229 notifications is what you get when you don't go on Wattpad for a few days! I'm very sorry for taking ages to post anything, and I'm also very sorry for posting this 3 times in a row instead of updating other books! But worry not, for I shall post 4 different parts to 4 different books this week! In a row! So you'll get another part of something tomorrow! Just to make up for all my inactivity right now die to tests and useless shit.. Mostly procrastination ;-;
Anyway I hope you enjoy!

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(F/N), despite wanting more than anything to stay off like any other kid would, still went to school with cuts and bruises on her face. Her parents would kill her if they found out she stayed off school and so she was forced to go and face the students at school.

She found that now she'd stopped hanging around with Mathias, she'd become unpopular. It was like her popularity depended on her friendship with Mathias, and now that it was gone, so was her popularity. She couldn't rely on anyone anymore.

As she was walking down the corridor in a daze, someone's shoulder knocked against hers and she dropped all of her books, the sound turning the heads of many of the students. The girl who knocked her over sneered.

"Watch where your walking!" Of course (F/N) came face to face with the girl who'd caused her own mental breakdown, Mathias oh-so-nice girlfriend. (F/N) glared at her, remaining silent and letting her eyes respond instead. The girl smirked and turned around, waking of with a soft giggle as (F/N) picked up her books. People were whispering, (F/N) didn't care. She only wondered whether she'd be bothered by Mathias again today.

As she sat down in her seat, she could feel all eyes on her but she only was bothered about one set of them, and they were sat a few seats behind. Her heart ached but she refused to look behind her or even attempt to talk to him again. She wanted to talk to him, and she wanted to look at him. She wanted desperately to go back to the days of mucking around at lunch times, and spending pointless hours of doing nothing but talk at his house after a delicious dinner—but that was gone now. She'd have to survive life without his constant, joyful presence anymore.

A figure walked past and (F/N)'s books were knocked off her desk and onto the floor. Receiving no apology or help, (F/N) assumed who it was and scowled, scooping her hand down to pick up her books. Behind her she could hear Mathias and his girlfriend—the girl talking in that horrible and fake sweet voice while Matthias laughed. (F/N) tried to block it out but she couldn't help but over hear some of it.

"Morning Mat!" The girl chirped, and (F/N) the sound of a chair scraping against the floor signifying she'd sat down. Only a hum was given in response yet the girl gave no mind to what (F/N) would see as Mathias being out of character. It was like she didn't care about her boyfriend at all, but why should (F/N) care anyway! She could stop caring about how people treated him now.

"So I was wondering what you're going to wear for the prom? I'm thinking we could wear matching colours, it'd be so cute!" (F/N) bitterly laughed to herself. Mathias? Wearing matching cutesy outfits for prom? Think again.

"There's a prom coming up?" Mathias asked, not even knowing that the event was happening, though admittedly (F/N) had no clue either. At least she didn't have to worry about going.

"Yeah! It's only a few weeks away, so you and me need to go clothes shopping!" The girl excitedly demanded. "What do you think?"

"Hm, what ever." Mathias answered, as if off in his own world, detached from the conversation. He was just as out of it as (F/N) was unstable. After that, his girlfriend complained that he should listen more and (F/N) tuned out of the conversation, sick of hearing her whiny voice; instead she rested her head gently against the desk and closed her eyes. At least she didn't have to worry about prom, she had many more things to worry about, and she still had to get through the rest of the school year to advance onto the next.

She'd wear out eventually.

Meanwhile, Mathias couldn't stop looking forward, not at the teacher who was speaking, but at (F/N) slumped over in her seat; her hair was messy, her clothes crumpled, and her skin bruised and pale. He wanted to help her, but all she'd do would be to push him away. He could try to approach her, but she'd made it clear that she wanted nothing more to do with him. Yet still, he wasn't going to give up on her.

One thing he wondered through all of this was how her parents had reacted to her coming home with cuts and bruises all over her. Surely they'd be worried, (F/N) had always said they were nice yet still Mathias had never seen them once in his life. He furrowed his brows; he'd never thought about how strange it was that in the many years of friendship he'd had with (F/N)), not once had he stepped foot in her house, met her parents or even caught a glimpse of them. Some part of them wondered whether they were dead, but he was sure (F/N) would have said so. So maybe there was something about them that (F/N) was hiding.

But it couldn't have been..?

Mathias kept his gaze fixed onto (F/N), his eyes gradually growing wider in realisation. Why he'd never seen her parents; why he'd never been to (F/N)'s house; why she had odd cuts and bruises sometimes; her odd behaviour and most importantly, her beaten up state—it was because of her parents. He could think of any other explanation.

They'd been abusing her for her whole life and Mathias had never suspected a thing until years later when everything was made clear.

He had to stop himself from breaking down right there in class because he realised just how much of a terrible friend he'd been for all these years. (F/N), she'd been so strong and clever all these years at keeping it a secret while also maintaining friends, school work and a stable image. How could she have done it? She'd survived for years until finally crumbling now, and she'd broke because of Mathias.

His thoughts then drifted to his girlfriend. He'd seen her knock (F/N)'s books off of her desk and not bother to help pick them up. She'd done it on purpose. At first he'd thought she was a sweet girl, but now he could see she was just jealous and vain. He still didn't know completely what to do, but he knew he was going to help (F/N) despite all of her protests.

(F/N) was gone and out of the room as soon as the bell for the end of class went, and as Mathias looked around he couldn't see his girlfriend either, which could only mean one thing; she'd followed (F/N). She was clingy and made sure to attack herself onto Mathias's arm whenever she could, and now that she hadn't, there had to be an important reason. He quickly left the class, walking through the hallways until he could hear familiar voices. He saw his girlfriend stood in front of (F/N), who had been knocked to the floor.

"You're doing a good job of staying away from Matt so far, but I still think that you need to be shown what will happen if you go near him, just in case." Instead of her overly sweet voice, his girlfriend's voice sounded like venom.

"And I thought I'd already made it clear that I wasn't going to hang around him ever again, so kindly move out of the way." Even in times like these, Mathias was glad (F/N) hasn't lost the sassy part of her, yet still he needed to act quickly before she got hurt. He saw his girlfriend grimace and attempt to grab (F/N) soft strands of hair, but he quickly ran up behind her and grabbed her wrist harshly. His eyes held a stern look while she glanced back at him in a surprised manner, almost with guilt.

"O-Oh Matty!" She spluttered out, dropping her hand down and out of Matthias's grasp. Admittedly, he was beginning to hate all of the nicknames she's given him. "What's wrong, I was just talking to (F/N) her—"

"I know what you were doing, I heard every word." He cut her off bluntly, done with her excuses.

"N-No, it was nothing, wasn't it (F/N)?" She glanced over at (F/N) nervously, but all she received was a glare that made her shrink back. "Anyway, I-I'll see you in the next class sweetie!" She blew him a kiss before quickly leaving, knowing she'd been caught but playing it off. Mathias waited until she was out of sight before offering a hand to (F/N).

"Are you alright (F/N)?" His voice was laced with concern, and also pity now that he knew what had been happening to her. (F/N) ignored his offer and stood up by herself, her legs wobbly and her body trembling like a leaf.

"I don't need your help." Mathias's heart only shattered further at what his friend had become, and how it was all his fault that she'd started to act this bitter. She began to walk away. Mathias furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed her wrist, grabbing her attention to stare into (F/N)'s dull eyes intensely.

"Look, (F/N), you do need help, I know what's happened to you." As he said it, he saw her eyes widen a fraction, but over all she didn't look that surprised. "You couldn't been hurt by her, I wasn't just going to stand back and watch!" With Mathias's words came a sneer from (F/N).

"I could've been hurt?" The almost bitter and dark smirk that was on her face merged into a frown as she spoke horsely. "If you know what happened to me, then you'll full well know I've been used to getting hurt my entire life." That was what done it for Mathias. His fingers became loose around (F/N)'s wrist and she managed to break free of his grasp. Of course, she'd been dealing with much worse her whole life, something like this was nothing to her. He watched as she walked away, feeling completely drained and broken.

"Sweetie?" That was the last voice he wanted to hear right now. "How rude of her to be so mean to you! I'd never treat my friend like that." She clung onto his arm again. "Of course I'd never to that to you, you're my dear boyfriend." Mathias shrugged her off of his arm, walking a few steps away from her and leaving her dumbfounded.

"I'm not your boyfriend," he blatantly said, making the girls eyes widen in shock.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, it's over, we're through." He said, his voice empty as he walked away from her, not giving a toss about whatever she was saying to desperately try and g t him to come back.

He was done with her, his only priority now was (F/N), and it should've been a long time ago.

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Reader is very salty, like me, and for a good reason!

But anyway, I'm sure there were bucket loads of spelling and grammar errors but I wrote this very late at night, so I didn't check them over!
Please tell me if you find any, thank you and goodbye!