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Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Megs!"

The door swings open and just as fast Tyler pulls away from me and is practically on the other side of the room. I quickly button my jeans up and look around for my top. I don't dare look at my father's face as I heard what he called me. My father has never caught us doing anything like this before. He always knocks and he would get a little annoyed if we take long answering the door as then he knew we were up to no good as he calls it.

"Mr" Tyler starts to say something but my dad cuts him off

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with her?" he snaps.

"I err, I should probably go," he says, picking up his shirt. My father glares at him and then grabs him by his neck.

"Let me help you" he hisses and drags him out of my room. I follow while putting my top back on and I watch as he throws him down the stairs. I run down the stairs to help him up. He looks a little surprised at how angry my father is.

"Are you ok?" I ask. He nods and looks at me and he can most likely see the fear in my eyes.

"He won't be for long" my father says and walks down the stairs, pushing me towards the door and punches Tyler. I clench my fists, I don't care that he hurts me but now he’s hurting my boyfriend and one of my best friends.

After a minute of building up my courage I grab hold of my dad's arm and pull him away from Tyler telling him to stop it. Little good that does me though as he just turns his fists onto me.

He punches me and I fall to the floor. I slowly get up only to get put back down on the floor again when he kicks me. Tyler's eyes widen and my worst fear comes. Tyler getting angry is not something I can cope with. My father starts kicking me repeatedly while calling me all the names he can.

"Leave her the fuck alone" Tyler growls, He punches my dad as hard as he can and my father falls to the floor out cold. I watch Tyler pick up one of the fireplace forks and hold it above his head. I quickly get up and grab hold of his hands.

"Tyler calm down" I say looking at him

"I'll fucking kill him"

"Tyler, look at me" he has so much anger coming out of him he’s scaring me "Tyler" his eyes slowly wander from my dad's now unconscious body to me. He drops the black metal fork on the floor and hugs me.

"Are you ok" he asks, holding me as tight and protectively as he can.

"Yeah...I'm fine as long as you're ok" I say stroking his back. There’s silence but not an awkward silence, a comfortable one "Tyler" I say breaking the silence "did you take your pills today?" I ask. He shakes his head and pulls away sitting down on the couch.

"I forgot" he clarifies,I notice him glaring at my father. I sigh and walk over to him to see him out cold.

"Will you help me get him upstairs?" I ask. I don’t turn to look at him.

"How long has he been hitting you?" Tyler asks. I can still feel him glaring.

"Not long"

"Why are you lying?" he asks, turning his gaze to me.

"Just help me get him upstairs and I will tell you everything after," I say looking at him. I know he doesn't like the idea but I know that if my dad woke up still in that mood then I'd have to suffer again.

Tyler helps me carry my father upstairs to his room. Once I got him in the room I lock his bedroom door behind me and walk into my room to where Tyler is."So..." he says not really knowing what to say to me. I shut my bedroom door and lock it and then sit down on my bed.

"He's been hitting me for just over a year now," I say quietly. He stands up and starts to pace around my room. I have my door key so he can't exactly run into my father's room and kill him "Tyler could you just take one of your tablets or something"

"I'll be fine" he snaps. I look down at my bedroom floor "I'm sorry" he says looking at me.

"It's ok" I say, still looking at the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks. I shrug in response.

"I didn't want to make you angry or lose my dad"

"What? How can you say that after what he's doing to you?" he says loudly.

"He's sick"

"You got that right" he says butting in.

"No I mean, it's like he has two personalities. Like there's two people inside of him because" I look at him to see he is getting annoyed at my excuse for him "just hear me out ok," he nods. "Like, you know he's always called me sweetheart or Megan" he nods "well when he's like that he doesn't he calls me Megs and he's never barged into my room like that before has he?" he shakes his head "he always knocks no matter how annoyed he is and like look at how angry he got at you. You know my dad doesn't go off the handle like that over something like that" he nods.

"No he normally just shuts the door and gives me a glare when I next see him or he gives me the you get my daughter pregnant and I will castrate you speech" I smile slightly as he says that. "But I get what you mean that was a little shocking when he got that angry at first I just thought he was in a bad mood that's why I say I'd leave" he then sits down next to me. "Tell me everything he's done to you" I quickly shake my head "I won't get angry well I'll get angry but I won't go off on one I promise you" he says taking my hand. I turn to look at him "I promise"

I take a deep breath and lay on my bed. He lay down next to me and I lay my head on his chest and start to tell him when this all started and when it started to get so bad.

Hour later

Tyler slowly sits up so my head is now on his lap and strokes my hair "Is this why you have been cutting?" he asks. My eyes widen and I quickly look up at him to deny it, "I noticed them a couple of weeks ago but I didn't want to say anything as I thought you'd get angry at me or something" he states. I sigh and nod "I'm not going to tell you not to do it anymore but at least try something that will stop you from doing it as all it's done is make me worry" I nod and lay my head on his chest.

"Will you stay here tonight?" I ask. He nods and pulls me closer to him.

"And you can stay at mine until Monday. I'm not having him hurting you anymore," I nod and close my eyes. All I need is sleep tonight.

"If you weren't here tonight he probably would have done a lot worse to me" I say with my eyes closed.

"Well good job I'm here" he states. I smile and slowly start to fall asleep.

Monday Morning

I stand in front of Tyler's mirror and brush through my hair with his sister's brush. My father knows that I stayed at Tyler’s as I spoke to him on the phone. He’s in a better mood as he called me sweetheart. I’d packed a few clothes Saturday morning and I was gone before my father woke up. I’m wearing Tyler's jumper to cover the bruises and cuts on my arms.

Now Tyler and I are on our way to meet Melanie at our usual meeting place. She stood tapping her foot, looking a little annoyed. She issn't wearing anything that makes her stand out today so I guess she either couldn't be bothered or she woke up late. She glares at Tyler then looks at me "You cancelled on me to sleep at your boyfriends house charming Megan, I feel loved" she snapped

"Shut the hell up Melanie" Tyler snaps and starts to walk in front. Melanie looks at me as if to say what's wrong with him.

"He's just had a bad weekend" I lie, she sighs and mutters something under her breath and we all start to walk together.

"You should tell her" Tyler says looking at me. I shake my head and look at Melanie to see her listening to music.

"She'll run back to my house right now and kill him" I state and look at her "plus she's in a mood"

"Well...tell her at lunch or break" I nod and look down at the pavement. I don't want to tell her I didn't even want to tell him. I knew exactly what he wanted to do and I know exactly what Melanie would tell me to do.

~*~

Melanie and I both walked into English to see our new teacher isn't here yet which is the reason why everyone is messing about.

"Typical of this school to hire a teacher that doesn't turn up on time" Melanie states putting her hand on her hips. I sigh and roll my eyes at her "if I wasn't so angry at you for this morning I'd laugh at that look you just gave me.”

"I am sorry ladies but if you keep standing at the door way I'm going to be more late for my lesson aren't I" we hear a very manly voice say behind us. We both turn to see a very tall man probably taller than my dad and he’s 6ft 1, he has dark brown hair and looks a little too young to be a teacher. He has sapphire blue eyes and I just happen to notice the two piercings he has in his left ear at the top. Melanie and I give him a small smile and walk quickly to our seats.

We both watch him walk in and put a book on the table catching almost everyone's attention. They all turn and get situated in their seats, the girls cock an eyebrow at each other and the guys just size him up.

"I'm well aware of what you're studying so no need for anyone to tell me" he says in an English accent. I look at Melanie to see her nearly dying. She loves English accents like actually loves them; it is one of the only things she did love. A girl slowly raises her hand and Melanie shoot her daggers causing me to chuckle a little "Yes I am from England and yes I am also -if you saw me this morning- the new art teacher here. Before any of you ask I applied for the art teaching position first but they offered me the English one as well" he then looks around the class practically looking in everyone's eyes. I watch as he rolls his eyes at the girls getting all giddy at the fact he is looking at them. I sigh and look out the window; this was just going to be another boring English lesson as always.

After five minutes I hear my name being called, I feel Melanie poke me in my side with a pencil. I spin around quickly and notice a few people looking at me "are you Megan Wright?" the new English teacher asks.

"Oh...err" I went to answer when someone interrupts me.

"No point talking to her, she never talks, she's a mute" one of the girls say with a giggle. I see Melanie's head whip towards the girl.

"Leave it" I whisper and look at the teacher "yes I am Mr…" I don't know his name.

"Mr Peters" he states for me.

"Mr Peters" I repeat and look down at my desk.

~*~

English went ok to be truthful. Melanie was in a daze most of the lesson. It’s like she’s infatuated with him. It’s funny. He kept me behind unfortunately so I’m sitting at my

desk looking at him.

"I'm sorry" I say looking at him. He gives me a small smirk and gets out of his seat.

"When I was at school" I roll my eyes as I know what is coming. He chuckles and carries on "it wasn't like a decade ago you know. It was only about five or six years ago, I'm only 23, nearly 24," he states and look at me again "but anyway when I was in school whenever the teacher caught a pupil looking out the window, not being able to hear them call their name. It was always because the person had something on their mind" he leans against a desk in front of me and folds his arms "I'm not expecting you to pour your heart out on me but" he rubs his temples "Urm...you can talk to me I'm not going to run to the headmaster" he looks at me "does that sound ok, it doesn't sound crappy does it" I chuckle and shake my head.

"Can I go now?" I ask.

"What do you have after lunch?" he asks.

"Art" I pause and stand up. I notice his head move up as I stand up and put my bag on my shoulder.

"Good" he says with a small smirk "I'll see you then" I give him a small smile and walk out of the classroom to see Melanie waiting for me.

"As if he kept you back" she says folding her arms "his first day and he keeps one of the good girls back" I look at her a little offended "oh c'mon you can't say you're not a good girl" I chuckle and walk with her to the cafeteria to meet Tyler.

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