On the very first day of school, you had a breakdown after 3rd period. Your mom had been causing issues, you’d been working every day, just finished summer school, and now you’re taking 2 APs and 2 Honors classes and you just couldn’t handle it all. Rather than sending you to the councilor or sending you home, your teacher, who didn’t have any other classes for the day, held you for an hour and a half, whispering soft praises and gentle words to you. He was calming, and talked you through everything. It’s become habit. Every day after school, like a ritual, you come to him, telling him everything that’s wrong and he seems to make everything okay. One day he was sick and wasn’t able to come in, so you actually showed up at his house with soup and stayed with him for 3 hours before he sent you home. Being in his home became normal to you. Sneaking out every night became the usual, and him seeing you and cooking you dinner, holding you through the night became an every day routine. Tonight was no different. It’s 12:00am and you showed up at his house. You’re now on his lap, face buried in his neck, eyes shut as he holds you, hand stroking your hair gently “That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing so good, aren’t you? My perfect girl.”