Finding a Way to You (Book One of The Finding Series, going through revision)

Chapter 12

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(Still Jamie's POV)

I relayed those words through my mind. "My parents abuse me."  How could I have not noticed? All the signs were there.

She stood there still sobbing into my chest, her cries rocking my body, as my heart shattered into a million pieces. After a while, her head raised, and her ocean eyes bore into mine, waiting for a response. I felt the soft tears of my own eyes, begin to make their way down my bony cheek structure.

"Becca.." I said softly to her, my voice shaky from my tears. I pulled my hand away from her back to softly caress the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me.

"Jamie, don't pity me. Don't say you're sorry or tell me it will be okay, cause it won't. Because in just a few days, more likely tomorrow, I have to go back home. And it will probably be hell. My mom will probably hit me again, and who knows where my dad will be. I haven't seen him in a while. Just wish, I could figure out all these secrets in my life. Wish there was someone to take away the pain, or something. I wish I could just die, you know. I mean I don't really have a point in living anymore. Every freaking day of my life is pain. I mean it's my fault, the reason my parents don't love each other anymore, well my mother claims it is. With every kick, every punch, and every harsh word she makes it clear I'm the reason." My shattered heart breaks even more at this. How could she think that? 

I look back to her, dragging my thumb over her subtle cheek bone, wiping a stray tear away. "Beccs, I will not pity you. That is the last thing I plan on doing. I'm here for you, every step of the way. Will you come to my church with me tonight to a youth rally?" Her eyes grew wide. 

"What?" I asked. "I'm going with Rachel to a youth rally tonight. Well I was supposed to." She smiled softly .

I let out a deep chuckle and pulled her to me, taking in her glorious sent, of tropical berries filling my nostrils. This girl is something. I hope tonight God really helps her with this brokenness.

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Becca's POV

Rachel stood beside the bed I was laying in and gave me another long lecture about how I need to open up to Jamie and what not. She began her rant after  I told her my dreams, then started lecturing me about it. She thinks my dreams are from God.. Phht. How can my dreams be from God? God abandoned me. He left me broken and hopeless.

"Becca, look. If you don't tell Jamie, then it might be too late. You need to tell him. You obviously had those dreams for a reason. And in both dreams, the same person in both dreams, I think it's God, has told you to open up to Jamie. Maybe Jamie understand how you feel in a way. God has a plan for this."

Ugh why does she keep bringing up God? I mean I tolerate some of it, but today it's God this and God that, and frankly I'm sick of it. I gave Rachel a dirty look and she knew from my face I was mad.

 "Rachel, can you just shut up about God. Everyday it's God this and God that, and I'm really getting tired of it!!!!" I screamed out. Rachel's jaw dropped. I have never talked to her that way before. I don't  think I have ever heard myself be that mean before.

Rachel quickly stood, shaking her head, allowing her waves to fall down in an orderly fashion. 

"Look Becca, I'm tired of trying to help you. I'm not giving up on you but I'm done talking to you and trying to help you see what's write. Jamie's here for a reason and I know you're gonna hate me for saying this but GOD is here and he DOES care for you. It's gonna take something big to get you to realize that God is here and that he didn't leave you. I don't care how long it takes, but it needs to happen soon!!" And with that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.