Niño De 4 Años Revela El Secreto De Su Padre En La Escuela, La Profesora Corre Al Teléfono Y Exige Respuestas

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Un Lío 

Estaba empapado en lágrimas cuando el profesor lo encontró en el lavabo de los chicos. Le temblaban los dedos y le temblaban los labios mientras intentaba limpiar el desastre que había hecho. 

La profesora se acercó lentamente, aún intentando comprender lo que estaba ocurriendo. Había sido alertada por sus sollozos y le parecía extraño que un alumno no estuviera en clase a esa hora.

El suelo manchado de rojo le hizo hacerse preguntas equivocadas. No pudo llamar a las autoridades sobre su padre lo suficientemente rápido cuando escuchó su respuesta. 

Alguna Herida 

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La mente de Amelia se llenó de preguntas mientras se arrodillaba a su lado. Comprobó si tenía más heridas y tragó saliva al ver lo que encontraba. 

El pánico se apoderó de ella y le dejó los dedos inmóviles mientras su cerebro se inundaba de pensamientos irracionales.

Respiró hondo y se esforzó por fingir que todo estaba bajo control. Tenía que llevar al chico a urgencias inmediatamente. 

En Busca De La Vida Perfecta 

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Pero para Amelia Emerson, éste debía ser un trabajo tranquilo y satisfactorio. Mujer apasionada hasta la médula, Amelia siempre se había esforzado por asegurarse de llevar la vida que amaba. 

Había renunciado a muchos oficios porque no se desenvolvía bien en ambientes hostiles.

Enseñar matemáticas en una escuela primaria se suponía seguro y tranquilo. No tenía ni idea de los horrores que la esperaban.

Este Es Mi Hogar 

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Desde sus primeros días en la Escuela Primaria Greenwood, Amelia siempre se había sentido como en casa.

Los niños y el personal la acogieron como a una más, reafirmando su convicción de que era allí donde debía estar. 

Incluso después de dos años, seguía experimentando nuevos aspectos de ser profesora. Nunca imaginó que todos esos días soleados culminarían en este día oscuro y tormentoso. 

Una Mañana Lluviosa

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El incidente ocurrió al principio del semestre de otoño.

Un aguacero constante había devorado la ciudad de Amelia, haciendo que todos desearan quedarse en casa acurrucados junto a la chimenea o en la cama. 

Era lunes por la mañana y Amelia, que solía llegar dos horas antes de que empezaran las clases, ya estaba en la sala de profesores preparándose para su primera clase. Sin que ella lo supiera, alguien terrible se dirigía hacia ella. 

Un Mal Presentimiento 

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Vestida con un jersey de punto y una bufanda, Amelia sorbía su café matutino mientras esperaba a que llegaran los alumnos.

Siempre le había gustado el clima desapacible de su ciudad, una de las principales razones por las que se mudó aquí. 

Así que la lluvia constante le gustaba. Sin embargo, hoy todo le parecía mal. No dejaba de mirar por la ventana, preguntándose por qué no podía librarse de ese mal presentimiento.

Su Mente Estaba Muy Lejos

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Los profesores fueron entrando uno a uno, saludando a Amelia donde estaba sentada.

Hablaron de su noche y del trayecto al trabajo, dejando comentarios sobre la lluvia y sobre cómo lo estaba dificultando todo. 

Amelia los atendía con una sonrisa, como siempre. Sin embargo, hoy su corazón no estaba en la conversación. Su vista se dirigía hacia el aparcamiento cubierto por la lluvia. ¿Qué le pasaba hoy?

Una Voz 

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Amelia siempre había sido un manojo de sonrisas desarmantes y alegría. Sin embargo, hoy se sentía una persona completamente distinta.

Algo dentro de ella no dejaba de arañarle la mente, aparentemente advirtiéndole de que algo terrible le acechaba. 

Sin embargo, Amelia silenció esa voz y se centró en la actividad del día. El timbre de la escuela sonó justo cuando estaba terminando su café. Pero ese día no iría a clase.

Ir A Clase 

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Amelia recogió todo su material didáctico mientras los niños se apresuraban a ir a sus clases.

Había algo en entrar en una clase llena e impartir conocimientos que siempre la había hecho sentirse completa.

Esperaba que enseñar la ayudara a eliminar el sentimiento casi paralizante que se había apoderado de su corazón. Este era su espacio seguro y podía curarlo todo. Pero lo que encontraría le exigiría mucho más de lo que tenía que arreglar. 

Todo Despejado 

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Amelia esperó a que se despejara el pasillo antes de levantarse de su asiento y dirigirse a su primera clase.

Los luminosos pasillos de Greenwood siempre tenían un aspecto encantador, sin importar la hora del día. Hoy no era una excepción.

Amelia aplastó el desagradable sentimiento que la atenazaba por dentro y agarró con fuerza sus libros, bolígrafos y reglas. El mero hecho de estar en aquel lugar ya la hacía sentir en paz. Pero esa paz iba a cambiar muy pronto.

Sollozos 

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Cuando Amelia dobló una esquina, sus oídos captaron el sonido de un sollozo.

Disminuyó la velocidad y su vista recorrió el pasillo vacío delante y detrás de ella. ¿Se lo había imaginado, o había un niño en apuros? 

Dio un paso hacia delante, concluyendo que todo estaba en su cabeza. Pero el sonido se repitió, y esta vez la dejó clavada en su sitio. ¿Qué estaba ocurriendo?

¿Está Todo En Su Cabeza?

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Amelia escuchó atentamente, agudizando el oído todo lo posible.

Aunque todos los niños estaban en sus respectivas clases, aún no se habían calmado. 

Su parloteo era suficiente para ahogar lo que Amelia intentaba precisar. Le costaría determinar si lo que oía era producto de su imaginación o si alguien necesitaba ayuda. 

Ahí Está Otra Vez

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El sonido se deslizó por el pasillo, haciéndole fruncir las cejas. Se mordió el labio, intentando aislar el sonido de la algarabía que desde hacía tiempo cubría el pasillo.

 Los ojos de Amelia se entrecerraron cuando el sonido volvió a oírse. Un niño lloraba en algún lugar del colegio.

La profesora se dio la vuelta, intentando determinar de dónde procedía el sonido. Si hubiera sabido que esto acabaría con ella en el hospital con los agentes tomándole declaración. 

Buscando 

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Amelia empezó a caminar de un extremo a otro del pasillo, con la esperanza de localizar el origen del sonido.

No podría concentrarse en clase sabiendo que un niño estaba en apuros.

Llamaría a otro profesor para que la cubriera si era necesario. Pero su naturaleza valiente la llevaría a hacer un descubrimiento espeluznante que la marcaría para el resto de su vida. 

De Puerta En Puerta

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Amelia pasó los diez minutos siguientes deambulando por el pasillo. Se movía de puerta en puerta, escuchando para ver si se acercaba a la niña.    

Los alumnos ya la miraban a través de la ventana, preguntándose qué estaría haciendo la señorita Emerson.

Pero eso no le importaba a Amelia. Su mente estaba concentrada en su objetivo, sin saber que lo que encontraría cambiaría su vida para siempre. 

El Lavabo

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Tardó unos quince minutos en llegar al baño de los chicos.

El corazón de Amelia palpitó al darse cuenta de que los gritos y sollozos provenían del otro lado de la puerta verde que tenía delante. 

Amelia ya había llamado a la otra profesora de matemáticas para que se ocupara de su periodo. Tan suavemente como pudo, llamó a la puerta del baño. 

Límites 

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“¿Hola?” llamó Amelia. Sabía que no podía irrumpir en el lavabo, por mucho que lo deseara. No quería asustar a nadie. 

Los llantos y sollozos cesaron en cuanto habló, lo que le hizo fruncir el ceño.

“Hola”, volvió a llamar, esta vez con voz más suave. “¿Va todo bien? ¿Necesitas ayuda?”

¡Entra!

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La respuesta fue un breve silencio seguido de un arrastrar de pies.

Algo chirrió en el suelo antes de que quien estuviera dentro del lavabo chillara. 

Esa fue la señal de Amelia. Cualquiera que fuera la razón por la que se había echado atrás, Amelia empujó la puerta y entró. Pero lo que vio la hizo retroceder un paso. 

Lo He Visto Todo

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En los dos años que Amelia llevaba como profesora en la escuela primaria Greenwood, había visto todo lo que la enseñanza podía ofrecer. 

Había pasado por lo mejor de lo mejor y también por lo peor.

Cada una de estas experiencias la había convertido en la persona que era hoy. Estaba segura de que ya nada podía asustarla. Bueno, eso fue hasta que cruzó esa puerta verde.

¿Está Vacía?

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Preocupada, Amelia entró en el lavabo. El colegio solía estar lleno de la alegre cháchara y los gritos de los niños, pero el sollozo que la trajo hasta allí era diferente. Era un grito de angustia.

Abrió la puerta de un empujón y entró con cautela. Al principio, no pudo distinguir nada.

Las paredes eran de un blanco brillante y el suelo de un gris topo cremoso. Pero al acercarse a la primera cabina, lo vio.

She Sees Him

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The sight that greeted her tugged at her heartstrings. There, huddled inside the first stall, was a little boy named Todd. 

Tears streamed down his face as he frantically tried to clean up a mess on the bathroom floor.

Amelia thought he’d made a mess while using the bathroom until she got close enough to see what was happening. A cold chill shot up her spine.

Help Him

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Amelia’s instincts kicked in, and she rushed closer to Todd, but she froze the moment she saw what was happening.

“Hey there,” she said even as she held back a retch. She’d long been squeamish, and the red liquid trailing down Todd’s hand didn’t help one bit. 

She took a deep breath, knowing this moment wasn’t about her. She needed to stabilize Todd’s situation before asking him questions. But was she ready for what she would hear?

Forcing Herself To Act

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Even though Amelia had never faced anything like this before, she was always able to act in the face of danger.

However, this time was different. This time she was frozen in place.

She had to will her body to move even though it was protesting on the deepest of levels. What on earth had she just walked in on? What was little Todd doing in that stall?

As She Got Closer

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After a few failed attempts, Amelia got herself to move, and she inched closer to the little boy.

But as she did, his behavior shifted completely.

He was wiping his hands across the floor in an attempt to hide something. But instead, he was just making more of a mess. That was when she realized that something was incredibly wrong.

He Cried Even More

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With each step she took, Todd’s cries became louder and more severe. It wasn’t just a soft sob anymore. It was a full-blown hysterical cry.

This confused the young teacher even more as she was just trying to help, and she thought the little boy would appreciate that.

But then she saw what he was trying to hide, and her protective instinct went into overdrive.

What On Earth Was Going On?

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Scattered around the young boy were a bunch of vials and syringes. That was what he was trying so hard to hide, and the teacher couldn’t help but wonder why that would be.

Was he dragged into some illegal activity? Was he being used to transport narcotics?

The thought was just as bad as the sight in front of her, and she needed to decide what she had to focus on first.

What Were Those Things?

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Amelia decided that her focus should be on her young student as he needed help as soon as possible.

But that didn’t mean she was going to let this situation slide.

She needed to find out what was going on there, and she needed to do it right away. If her student was in some kind of trouble, she needed to get him out of it before it was too late.

Cleaning The Wound

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Ignoring the questionable sachets and vials by his legs, she helped Todd to his feet, informing him they needed to clean his wound. 

She couldn’t ask him what had happened. Not now when he needed first aid.

But as she held his hand over the sink to clean it, Todd mumbled something that gave her a clue about what had happened.

What Happened

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“My dad,” Todd cried. He kept wincing and grinding his teeth, clearly trying to stamp the pain.

His tears wouldn’t stop flowing down his cheeks, and his fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. 

The sink turned crimson from his hand. No matter how much water Amelia ran on it. She couldn’t breathe clearly, and her mind kept screaming that she was doing something wrong. She needed help. 

Not Fit Enough

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Amelia’s mind was screaming, reminding her that she wasn’t fit enough for what she was trying to do. And her body reacted.

She felt her stomach knotting together as a lump rose up in her throat. She was on the verge of getting sick, but she knew she couldn’t afford that, at least not at that point in time.

Todd needed her, and she couldn’t let him down. But could she do what needed to be done?

No Training

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Amelia was still trying to get her first-aid certificate. She hadn’t even started the course yet.

And she had absolutely no training in dealing with wounds, especially not wounds that deep.

That was what got to her the most. It was what had her mind spinning at a thousand miles a minute. It was what had her questioning every move she made. Was she doing the right thing? Or would her actions cause more harm?

So Severe

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The injury Todd had sustained was so severe. There was a long cut along his hand, and the bleeding seemed to be getting worse.

The more she kept it under water, the more it looked like more crimson was spilling from his hand.

But was that really the case? Or was it just her mind playing tricks on her?

She Couldn’t Do It

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There was a voice in Amelia’s mind. A constant reminder that she couldn’t do it.

That this was beyond her expertise and that she should give up before things took a turn for the worse.

But she tried her best to suppress it. Amelia knew that this was way out of her league, but she would still try her best to do what she could until Todd got the help he needed.

He Needed Medical Attention

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It was clear that Todd needed medical attention, or at least to have his hand patched up by someone who knew what they were doing.

But until they got to that point, Amelia was his only option, and she would do whatever it took to get him the help he needed.

That thought brought her back to what she had seen earlier. Why did Todd have all those vials, to begin with?

Don’t Listen

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Amelia suppressed the voice that was bringing her down and kept on doing what she was doing. Todd was among the best kids in her class, and she’d give anything to take away his pain.

She rinsed his hand until the bleeding stopped and kept assuring him everything would be fine. 

But each time she’d speak to him, he’d say the same thing repeatedly. What had his dad done that had landed him in this difficult position?

Racing Mind

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The more Todd mentioned his dad, the more Amelia’s mind began to race. She couldn’t help but wonder how the man was involved in what she had seen.

And since she didn’t know what the bottles contained, she could only think of the worst.

Was this young boy really dragged into something he shouldn’t have been a part of? Was his dad doing sinister things behind closed doors?

So Many Questions

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Amelia had so many questions passing through her mind.

She had seen so many shows, and she had even met parents who didn’t have their children’s best interests at heart.

Was that what was going on with little Todd? Was he a part of something bigger? Something that could have dire consequences for all those involved?

Even More Assumptions

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The more her mind wandered, the more assumptions Amelia came up with.

She had thought of every possible scenario. She tried to play off everything she saw.

But there was no denying the facts. Her young student was in a bathroom, surrounded by vials, packages, and syringes. And he tried his best to hide them from her when she arrived. Why was that?

How Was His Dad Involved?

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And how on earth was his dad involved in everything that occurred that day? Amelia had met the man.

She had spent time with him at parent-teacher conferences. She had spoken to him more than any other parent.

And he didn’t seem to be the type of man that didn’t care about his son. He didn’t seem like the type who would do the things she thought of. Was she wrong for believing that?

What Could She Do About It?

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Amelia felt that she might’ve been wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time she misjudged someone, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But what would she do about it?

Would she leave the little boy to his fate so she wouldn’t have to intervene and get in trouble?

Or would she do her duty as a teacher and report what she found?

This Is Her Calling

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“It’s okay, Todd,” Amelia would say after each of Todd’s painful refrains.

She was starting to realize that this was where she was meant to be all her life, helping kids that needed her. “You’re safe now. He won’t get you.” 

But Todd pushed himself away from her, rushing to the mess he’d created in the stall. Amelia hadn’t seen it before, but she gasped when her sight caught it. She couldn’t rush down to Todd fast enough. 

Insulin 

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“I-I didn’t mean to make a mess,” Todd whimpered. “It was an accident.”

He started picking up the vials, which Amelia could now see were tiny insulin bottles. 

A few of the vials had scattered on the floor, and beside them, one had shattered into several sharp pieces. Understanding dawned on Amelia, and she hurried down to help. 

Sharp Glass

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“Oh, Todd, it’s okay. Accidents happen.” Amelia realized that Todd had cut himself on one of the pieces. She helped him pick up the vials, knowing he needed to go to the school nurse immediately. 

“But why do you have insulin vials? Are they yours?” she asked. Todd looked at her, his lips still trembling. “They’re for my dad.

He has diabetes, and he needs them to stay healthy. I accidentally put them in my bag this morning. Now he won’t have them, and he might get sick.”

We Need To Get These To Him

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Amelia’s heart sank. She realized the gravity of the situation. “Alright, Todd, we need to act quickly.

Can you tell me where your dad is right now?”

Todd nodded again, his eyes filled with hope, although he’d wince periodically from the pain in his arm. Amelia took him to the nurse, not knowing that something terrible was happening across town. 

A Phone Call

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While Todd was at the nurse, Amelia called the company Todd had told her his dad worked. But whoever answered told her they hadn’t seen Todd’s dad, and he wasn’t picking up their calls. 

The panic that had taken over Amelia in the boys’ washroom fell over. “No, no,” she started, pressing 911 as she rushed back to the nurse’s office to talk to Todd. But would she make it in time?

To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.