Used && Abused

Chapter Seventeen

Tyreik's POV

I walk downstairs and sit at the table. Its an awkward silence when we sit at the table. Breanna mom smiles at me hopefully. The table is a rectangle. So on one end is my mom. Then its Bella, then Breanna, then one the other end is my dad. I sit across from Breanna, and Breanna's mom sit across from Bella. So it looks like this: (This is the order they're sitting in)

                                                             Dad

                     Breanna's Mom.                                     Bella

                           Me.                                                    Breanna

                                                            Mom
 
When everyone sits down my mom holds both of her hands out and we connect hands. Then she began to pray.

My Mom: Dear Father God, we just thank you for the blessings of this food and we praise you. Help us to have full faith in You and each other. Bless us all and look over us daily. In Your name we pray. Amen

Everyone: Amen.

My mom uncovers a pan of lasanga, fried chicken, green beans, and some cornbread. She then passes around the pitcher of pink lemonade as we all pass around the food. For the first five minutes we eat in complete and total silence. Then my dad speaks.

Dad: So. After dinner we'll all watch a movie in the livingroom. How does that sound?

In complete unison we all say "Good".

Its silent 30 seconds after that. Then my dad comes again.

Dad: So. Breanna, how have you been?

She looks at my dad, down at her plate, then at her mom. She looks at me then back at her mom. Then finally she reconcils her gaze with my dad.

Breanna: I've been fine. I guess. I'm better.

My Mom: Are you just saying that now?

Breanna then looks at her then she keeps her head down to her plate.

Breanna: Nahh. I mean No. I'm fine. Really.

My mom looks around the table then her gaze stops at me.

My Mom: You know it you ever need anything we're here for you. Even if its just to talk. Okay?

Breanna: Yes. Umm

I could tell she was uncomfortable. She couldn't keep eye contact with anyone and she was shaking.

Breanna: So what movie are we watching?

She scoots back and stand up from her chair. Her plate was no where near empty.

Michelle: Breanna, sit down and eat. Now.

Breanna: Mom. I'm not hungry.

Michelle: Bre---

Its too late. Breanna is gone. She's sitting in the living room. Waiting. And I know she'll stay there until we follow suit.

Michelle: I don't know what to do anymore. She's become so distant. Yet we've become so close. She's hardly at home. I feel like she running away. Not saying anything is wrong with that. With what she's been through....

My Mom: Its okay. We don't know how she feel. She may not even know how she feels. But you guys can figure it out together. She's tough. I know that for a fact. Give her time.

Like 15 minutes later we're all done with our meal and we sit in the living room watching the previews to a movie. I don't even know what we are watching. All three parents sit together with Breanna sitting on the couch closer to her mom. And Bella is sitting with her. And I'm willingly sitting on the floor next to Bella's feet.

My Mom: So have you thought about it? Therapist?

Michelle: Actually I have and *little louder* Breanna we thought it would be nice... and helpful if you start seeing a therapist.

She looks from her phone and at her mom.

Breanna: I'm not crazy. I don't need to see nobody.

My Mom: A therapist is not just for crazy people. Therapist are here to break down feelings you just might not understand.

Breanna: No!! I know how I feel and why I'm feeling it. I don't want to sit in a room with some shrink I don't know and be told like the millionth time that nothing like this should ever happen to a young girl. Or that I've been hurt in the worst way possible. I just don't want to do it.

My Dad: Talking helps. Talking helps you understand.

Breanna stands up and so do I up off of the floor.

Breanna: You know what?! I don't want to talk about getting raped and how I feel about it. I don't want to share my whole life story with some in unknown person!!

She's crying now. No! She's breaking down. She's freaking out.

Breanna: I don't want anyones pity!! I don't want to talk about it!! I honestly don't care at this point. What's done is done right? I REALLY JUST WANT IT ALL TO GO AWAY!!!
Her mom stands up and grabs at her. But Breanna is too quick. She's runs out of my house slamming the door.

Michelle is crying now.

My Dad: Bella, go up to your room now.

Bella gets up and walks as fast as her short legs allow her to. I hear a car engine start up and realize she leaving. And I guess my mom does too.

My Mom: Should I go after her?

Michelle: No. The more you hug her and pull her close the further she pulls away. If something happens She'll call. We can go if it gets too late and she's not back.

I look at both of them, grab my keys off of the radio, grabbed my jacket, and sped out to my car. I wasn't letting her out there alone. Not in the state she's in. And if I'm correct I know exactly where she is: her dads grave. Where she always go when things get real tough for her. But I know she hasn't been there in a while. But I did know that I was going to get my girl back.