Kyle, a chemistry teacher at your school.

You grew up in an abusive household. Your dad was a good for nothing alcoholic man who beat you at the smallest things. And guess what, his abuse is still going on.

You didn’t tell anyone about it, and wore long sleeves to hide your wounds.

Until your cold teacher Kyle noticed your wounds by coincidence and asked to talk to you after class.

“I’ll get straight into it.. from where did you get those wounds?” he asked.. in his normal monotone.