Chapter 17: Healing

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Nala's pov:

I was going to kill myself. At least, I thought. However, something was stopping me. Dad. Toshi. Jackson. They all loved me soo much. Papa. Eri. How could I leave them behind? How could I leave them to hurt because I'm not strong enough? So, no, I won't kill myself. Maybe I wouldn't hurt so much if I shared the weight of life. Maybe I should talk. My family and friends could help me, so why was I denying them?

I got off my bed, and walked out of the room. I walked to the living room, where Dad sat alone. 

"Dad, I'm sorry." I say, my voice hoarse from all of the crying I had done recently. He jumped up, and looked at me, shocked. I break down into tears, and he quickly comes to hug me. 

"Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. I love you." He says soothingly. 

"Th-thanks Dad." I smile at him. 

"Now, we need to talk." He said, and I knew this was coming. We both sat on the couch, and he started. He was about to say something when he narrowed his eyes on me. "Did you cut your hair?" He asked. I had totally forgotten. 

"Um, yeah." He just smiled as he ruffled it.  

"Anyways, I hate to do this to you, but you need to take a pregnancy test." He said as he handed me a box. I just nodded as I went to the bathroom and did so. I wasn't pregnant, thank goodness. I showed Dad, and he smiled. 

"Anything else?" I ask, to which he nods.

"I have pressed charges. We need to go to court so you can testify against him." He says, and my eyes widen. 

"Wh-what?" I ask as I stumble back. "N-no. I-I can't d-do that." I stuttered. 

"You are strong, I know you can." Dad told me, as he pulled me into a hug. I felt safer in his embrace, so I hugged back. After a long hug, the door opened, and Toshi, Papa,  and Eri walked in. The first to notice me was Toshi. 

"Nala!" He shouted as he rushed to hug me. I hugged back. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he pulled away and held my shoulders. 

"Better." I respond. " Can I have someone come over?" I ask Dad. 

"Really? Who?" He asks me, intrigued. 

"Um, I wanted to see Jackson." I say, and he gives me a sly smile. 

"Sure." He responds. I pull out my phone, and text him. 

After 20 minutes, there is a knock on the door, and I open it to see Jackson's worried face. When he saw me, the worry quickly melted away, and was replaced with joy as he pulled me into a hug. 

"Nala I'm so glad you're okay!" I sighed. I smiled at his adorableness.

"Come on." I say as I drag him to my room.

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