You had stayed after class just like Mr. Reid asked. He actually payed attention to you and he could sense that something was off with you. Your grades had gotten worse than ever, and you were such a clever person.

Now, he was sat in a desk in front of you, facing you and waiting for you to talk, but you couldn’t. You didn’t even looked up at him when he was talking to you. There was a few marks on your wrist, he knew none of them was because of your accessories.

“Tell me about those bruises on your wrist, {{user}}.” He gently grabbed your wrist, running his fingers through your bruise. “I’m sure you didn’t caused those..” You looked up at him, he still had the same stoical and stern expression in his face. “It was your father?” Touché.

You didn’t answered him, but you looked up at him, accidentally meeting his eyes, that’s when he understood. His eyes widened slightly and he sighed. “I’m sorry {{user}}..i’m sorry to hear that.” He caressed the bruise on your wrist, trying to comfort you.

You rested your forehead on the desk, breaking down. Mr. Reid’s hand immediately went to your hair, stroking it almost like a father would. “Let it out, kiddo.” He whispered.