I'll keep you a secret, until tomorrow

I sighed, getting out of my Envoy, walking towards the school. I thought, another year without my mom, and yet another year with my abusive father. My life couldn’t get any worse.

Two years ago, was pretty much my limit on life. My mom’s cancer came back; I’m still not over it. It was all the doctors fault, they killed her. They said that her cancer was benign, when in all reality they hid the truth by not saying the truth. It was in fact, malignant.

After she died, I lost myself. I didn’t want anything from anyone, hell I didn’t even want to live. She was one of the prized possessions I had in my life. My dad, on the other hand, went from being my best friend, to my worst nightmare in the matter of seconds.

Every night, it was the same. My dad came home, drowned in whiskey, he’d have me cook and clean, then it went to him beating me, and after when he got his thrill out of that, he raped me.

My life away from the house is totally different. If you just met me, you’d think I was the most carefree person, but if you paid attention, and watched closely to my gestures and actions, you’d see a lost girl who needed help.

My best friend, Jamie, knows everything. She’s pretty much been there the whole time to see what he does and has done. She’s wanted so many times to call the police, but I always tell her no. She never understood why, even though I’ve told her many times. She just wanted to help, which I was greatly appreciated with.

I looked to my left, seeing Jamie’s face through her sexed up hair. I smiled, then laughed at her appearance. It was completely destroyed. As soon as she got to me, I quickly helped her straighten her clothes. She smiled, wrapping her arms around me.

“Hey babe.” She giggled, kissing my cheek. I laughed, looking at her.

“Hey love, you ready for one last year of hell?” I quickly through in the question. She shook her head.

“Never, I am never ready.” She spoke, as the teachers passed by.

I lit a cigarette, as we walked up to a bench. I took my seat, crossing my legs, taking in all the deadly toxins in the process. She leaned her head on my shoulder, as I exhaled the carbon monoxide into the air.

A new face walked by, he was young, probably a teachers assistant; I hope I had him. He looked pretty damn sexy, and very familiar. He turned his head to me, and smiled. I felt my cheeks grow hot, as I figured out I was blushing. He smirked, turning his head, and continuing to the office.

“He was cute.” Jamie’s voice made its way through my ears.

“Cute? Just cute? No love, he was amazingly sexy.” I laughed. She bit down on my shoulder, growling.

“I am not Jake. Don’t bite me bitch!” I yelled, playfully, getting up as the bell rang.

She put her arm through mine, as we walked to our lockers. Stopping at locker number 6661; I opened it, finding my schedule. First period; Music- Baker, Second Period; Anatomy- Marshall, Third Period; Music- Baker, Lunch, Fourth Period; Music- Baker. Then I get to go home. I growled to myself, as I looked at Jamie, who gave me a quizzical look.

“Who is Baker?” She questioned. I shrugged, looking at her schedule. She had the same classes as me, except she had six periods, and her third and fourth period wasn’t music. I frowned, she was only in three classes and lunch with me.

“I don’t have a clue, love.” I spoke, as I grabbed my notebook, closing my locker door. We headed for Music with Baker.

“Hey Embree!” I heard from behind me. I turned, seeing Jacoby and Dexter. I smiled, giving both a hug.

“Hey guys, how was yal’s summer?” I questioned. Jacoby started laughing.

“It was summer. Need I say more?” He smiled. I shook my head.

“I don’t want to hear about the two of your’s sex-capades.” I giggled, continuing my walk.

“No, we worked the whole summer. I got laid about every day, but I still worked.” Jacoby spoke. I rolled my eyes, letting a laugh slip from my lips.

“Yeah, I bet Cobe.” I said, coming to the Music room. I opened the door, as the four of us walked in.

I immediately didn’t take notice to the teacher, until I took my seat in the back. I looked, eyes widened, noticing that the teacher was the guy from earlier that I saw. He looked at me, and smiled. I returned it, taking my phone out of my messenger bag.

As soon as everyone filled the room, Mr. Baker began to talk. I could’ve swore that I’ve seen him before, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, yet.

“Hey everyone, I’m Mr. Baker, the new music teacher. I’m from Huntington Beach, California, and this is a big change for me. So, what were gonna do for the time being is let me get to know you, what’s your passion, who do you like to do the most, as far as music. Fair enough?” He spoke, looking around the room.

Everyone nodded. I sat in the back, texting Jamie.

“No phones in my classroom, Miss?” He spoke, hanging from not knowing my name.

“Sir, yes sir! I’m Embree, no Miss needed.” I smiled, smartly to him.

“Fine, Embree, why don’t you go first.” He shot. I shrugged, standing up.

“My names Embree James. I sing, I play the piano, and the guitar. My biggest influence in my music is my mom. She passed away two years ago, and she always pushed me to play my best.” I took a breath, before starting again.

“My favorite bands are Avenged Sevenfold; idol being Zacky Vengeance.” I threw at him, I figured him out. His face fell lost.

“I love The Misfits, Mr. Bungle, Oingo Boingo, Metallica, STP, Papa Roach, Eighteen Visions, Pinkly Smooth, Alice in Chains, Green Day, just to name a few. Music itself is my passion, whether its slow ballad or a fast one. Anything else, Mr. Baker?” I finished, looking at him, as his mouth hung.

I took my seat, looking at Jamie, who just gaped. I reached over, pushing her mouth together. She smiled, taking a sheet of paper out, and writing on it. I stared at Mr. Baker, as he looked at me, not knowing my next action. I waved at him to continue with the rest of the class. Jamie threw the note on my desk.

Holy fuck, Emby. You blew up on his ass. Dude, you went straight up G’ on him!! Lmfao!

I giggled, and began to write.

I know right? Lmao! He kinda pushed my buttons, I thought this year would be ok, but the looks of it now, its going all down hill.

I quickly sat it on her desk, as Ashley Whoreman, her name said it all; whore. The note flew back on my desk.

that’s why I love you! Your fuckin great, Emby. Did your dad, you know… last night?

I sighed, hating to answer it.

I love you, too, Jay. Yeah he did. You know the routine, he comes home drunk, makes me cook and clean, beats me, then rapes me. It’s an everyday thing. I cant wait to get the hell outta dodge.

I threw it back to her, but it didn’t make it. It fell to the floor, and as I reached down to get it, Mr. Baker had already put his grubby hands on it. I huffed, pissed at the fact. He smiled, smart assedly, before turning back to make his way to his desk.

I hope he didn’t read it. I didn’t want him to find out what happens to me after school. I sighed, sinking into my desk, looking over at Jamie, who was about to panic. I shook my head, laying it down on my desk. I looked at Mr. Baker, as he read it. My stomach were tied in knots.

“Mr. Baker, can you let Embree play the piano?” I heard Sam ask. Mr. Baker looked up at him, and smiled, before taking a look at me. He nodded. I sighed, getting up, and walking to the piano.

“What song?” I questioned Sam. He smiled.

“My Immortal.” I took a breath, letting the two words settle in my brain. I nodded, beginning the song.

My fingers danced across the keys like it was nothing. I started humming the words, but the class stopped me.

“Sing it.” Rebecca spoke. I simple nodded, restarting the song. I opened my mouth, as the words began to flow. I looked over to Mr. Baker, who sat gaping and shocked.

As soon as I finished it, I played the opening notes to I Wont See You Tonight, Pt. 1, the song I sung at my moms funeral. That was her favorite song, and that’s what she wanted. I had to stop, or I was going to cry. I didn’t want anyone to see me weak. I got up, walking myself back to my desk.

I sighed, laying my head down once, again. This day had already started out shitty, hopefully the rest of the day would get better. The bell rang, as everyone piled out the class. I grabbed my stuff, getting up.

“Embree, can I speak to you?” Mr. Baker asked. I sighed, nodding, turning to him.

“I read your note. Does he really do that?” He questioned. I nodded.

“Yes, every day. Is that all?” I wondered, wanting to make the awkwardness subside.

“No, how did you know I was Zacky Vengeance?” He questioned.

“The nose, the eyebrows, oh, and the fact that you are my idol helped a lot.” I smiled. He grinned.

“I see. Well, I think I have you for two more periods, right?” He pondered. I nodded.

“Yes, and I’m not a good student, Mr. Baker. I’ll call you out on many things.” I spoke.

“I’m sure you will, Miss James.” He smiled, handing me the note back. I nodded, walking towards the door.

“Oh, and Miss James?” He asked, as I turned the door handle. I looked back at him.

“If you ever need anything, I put my number down on your note. You can call me or text me, when you want. I’d be happy to help with anything you need, even with your whole dad situation. Also, I’m sorry for your mom.” He spoke aloud. I smiled at the fact. He was a genuine guy, who wanted to help.

“Thank you Mr. Baker. I’ll see third period.” I said, opening the door, walking to my next class.

I smiled to myself, gripping the note. I guess the day was looking up. I couldn’t help but notice to flirting that him and I were both lashing at one another. I hope that he was able to help. I need as much as I could get.

Notes

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