I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 10: Broken

Leah's POV

I opened the front door for them as soon as they arrived. They entered quickly, clearly desperate to see and help their child. "Where is she?" T's mom asked, the tone in her voice spoke volumes: she was very concerned.

"She's upstairs," I said and, right after, they started going towards the stairs. "Sleeping." I said, causing them to stop.

They turned towards me. "What happened?" T's dad asked. I always liked him more. He seemed to respect me, he seemed to realize I was T's wife and not a child. Unlike T's mom...

I sighed. "I don't know..." I looked down. "I got here last night to talk to T about our future, I found her in the bathroom," I gulped. "Her wrist..." I couldn't get the words out, as if even the words were cutting through me.

T's dad placed his hand on my shoulder, making me look at him. "It's ok," He showed me a small smile. "We understand."

I returned that smile even though it was clear none of us was happy at the moment. We were clearly all worried about T.

Since T was still sleeping, we decided to move this conversation to the dining table. T's parents had told me to let T sleep for now. She'll need it, they said. And since they had experienced this before, I trusted them.

I let out a deep breath. "I don't know what to think..."

They both nodded, clearly agreeing or understanding me.

"I wish I would know what caused her to do that," I looked at them, gaining their attention. "What would be so bad that she'd go back to that?"

"It's difficult to say..." T's dad said. "It could be anything, really."

T's mom nodded. "She could have been lonely."

Then I felt a pain in my heart, hearing that I could have contributed to T doing that horrible act. "R-really?"

T's mom nodded, she then seemed to notice my expression. "I'm not blaming you, Leah," She sighed. "Some people could feel lonely even though they're surrounded by the people who love them."

I gulped. "What do we do now?" I gulped again. "She has work today, is she ready for that?"

They both shook their heads.

"So do I call her in sick?" I asked, already taking the phone.

"Won't it be weird calling your previous high school to tell them your ex-teacher is sick?" T's mom asked, raising one eyebrow.

I sighed. "Probably... But who will it do then? T can't do it."

"Give me the phone," T's mom said, even though she also had a phone. "No one will doubt the wise words of a mother."

Wise words? I rolled my eyes slightly and looked away, I couldn't handle this right now.

T's dad and I waited for T's mom to finish the call. When she did, we were both looking at her, impatiently waiting to hear any news.

She looked at us. "It's alright," She gave me my phone back. "But she has to come in tomorrow, otherwise she'll need a note from the doctor."

I nodded, knowing the procedures at school.

"And now?"

"Now we'll watch her," T's dad said to which T's mom nodded. "You can go to college, don't worry."

I knew T would be fine in the care of her parents but, at the same time, I wasn't completely convinced. I would be gone an entire day, I wouldn't see her till evening... That waiting would kill me.

"Go now," T's dad said. "Before you miss your train."

I sighed, realizing he was right. "Can you please keep me informed throughout the day?" I asked as I was taking my backpack off the ground.

"Of course." T's mom said.

I nodded. "Thank you," I smiled a bit at them. "For watching her."

"Thank you for telling us." T's dad said.

I slowly nodded before heading out of the house.

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All day, I had been worried about T. I knew her parents were with her, I knew she was taken care of. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I should've done more. I remember mom saying that T should go to the hospital, to make sure she was alright. She was right, that would've been the best thing to do. So why didn't I do that?

I got home and was both eager and worried to see T. I really wondered if she was 'normal' again. I wondered if she would be happy to see me. I entered the house and immediately was met with the smell of tomato soup, T's favorite soup.

I walked to the kitchen and saw T's mom and T at the dining table, eating. Cautiously, I stepped closer.

T's mom looked at me. "Hey, how was school?"

I couldn't help but look at T, who didn't even look at me. She was eating and looking at nothing in particular. I looked back at T's mom. "Uhm, it was fine," I glanced at T again before looking at T's mom again. "How was it here?"

T's mom also glanced at T then before giving me a look. "I made soup, do you want some?"

"Sure," I sat down then, in front of T. I couldn't help but look at her. She seemed so down, like a gray blob, she didn't seem 'alive'. "Hey, baby."

T finally looked at me. I saw it as a win for myself that she at least answered me calling her 'baby'. She didn't say anything, she merely just looked at me. To others, this may seem rude or cold, but I didn't see it that way. When I looked her in the eyes, I saw how she truly felt: she was broken.

I reached out to her, placing my hand on hers. I showed her a small smile.

She looked at me, at our hands, before looking down again.

I looked at T's mom again, she showed me an apologetic smile. Clearly, she too knew that T was broken, that we shouldn't expect too much from her for the moment.

We continued to eat soup together. Nothing was really said, besides small talk between T's mom and I. T wasn't participating in the conversation but she seemed to listen to us somehow.