Jayla's POV:
I watch her look at herself in the mirror. She mumbles something to herself that I can’t hear but her face says enough.
All her dark thoughts are consuming her.
I watch her eyes become glossy, tears starting to come down her cheeks. But still, no sounds come out of her mouth. No sobs, no whimpering, even when she forces herself to smile and more tears come out, She's still completely silent.
Who's doing this to her?
She shouldn't be hurting this much.
I know that it's not just her own thoughts making her feel this way, there has to be something more going on.
“Don't hate on yourself, you are beautiful,” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her. I feel her slightly flinch and stiffen against me as I tilt her chin up slightly to look in the mirror.
“You are not fat,” I whisper to her.
I know the word fat doesn't have to be seen in a bad way, but the way people use it most of the time makes me sick. I mean come on, it's not bad for someone to have a little bit of extra skin on them.
“Your plus size. Thick with stretch marks and curves that shape and highlight your body… perfectly.”
I mean I'm not wrong. The pajama top highlights her body beautifully. I start to Trace her stretch marks with my finger, I see her take a breath but she also relaxes against me. I whisper into her neck.
“I'd rather have a girl as beautiful as you than some skinny twig.”
I lift my head back up so that I can look at her again. Her cheeks are slightly pink and her nose is bright red. She gives me a small smile as she leans into me, closing her eyes and relaxing.
She looks like a cute puppy.
So peaceful.
So calm.
I feel her body go limp as she is almost fully asleep on my chest. She stirs as I gently lift her off me, she turns her head side-to-side before she realizes I'm there.
“Oh my God! Jayla, I'm so sorry!”
“It’s ok. You can go back to sleep if you want, I just woke you up because I don't think it would be that comfortable to be sleeping standing up,” I tell her.
She lets out a tiny “Oh.” before getting out of my grasp and walking to my bed. However, a few seconds later I hear something fall to the ground and turn around to see Cadi holding on to the doorframe about to fall.
“Are you ok!” I ask, running over to her and raping my arms around her to keep her upright.
“I’m fine,” she bites out.
“Are you sure? I've been seeing you limp all day,” I question. She stays quiet for a moment before speaking again.
“Can we get to your bed first? I’ll explain there.”
I walk her to my bed, I stop at the edge but she stops me.
“Can you help me sit up against the headboard? It’s more stable and I need to stretch my legs out straight.”
I pull her up against the headboard, putting a pillow behind her back. She swats my hand away.
“No pillow. It makes it unstable,” she tells me.
We sat on the bed together in silence for a few minutes. Not uncomfortable silence, just… questionable. Finally, she starts talking.
“I have a condition called cerebral palsy, CP for short. It’s caused by abnormal development of the brain or damage to a developing brain. It affects your ability to control your muscles or speech. Lucky for me, I have mild diplegic cerebral palsy. So it only affects my muscles mildly. I had surgery about a year ago, they cut from the end of my knee all the way up to the end of my thigh. They took out a piece of the bone and held it in place with a metal plate. I was supposed to have physical therapy after but I don’t have insurance to cover for it.” She makes quotations with her fingers.
“My “physical therapy” is me walking every day trying not to fall. I'm fully healed but it gets sore sometimes and spasms.”
I try not to make my face sad but I guess I failed because she puts her head down in embarrassment.
“Do you want me to massage your legs for you? Some of my volleyball teammates have gotten surgeries and most of the doctors say that massages can help because even after physical therapy your bones are still tender. with your cerebral palsy, it could be even more delicate.”
She looks up at me, her face edged in confusion.
“If you want to, sure,” she tells me.
“Do you want to change into a pair of shorts?” I offer.
She nods her head yes as I hand her a pair of black shorts from under my bed. She starts changing her Bottoms in front of me and I see slight bruises on the backs of her thighs, but maybe they're just from falls like earlier.
After she's done I scoot closer to her on the bed, putting one of her legs on top of mine.
“Can we play 20 Questions while you do this? That way we're not in uncomfortable silence,” She asked me.
I chuckle and nod my head.
"Question 1, What's your full name?” I ask her.
“Cadiann Alessandra Juliet Acevedo.”
“Damn, you got a long-ass name.”
“Yep, me and my 30 character name. Now it's my turn. What is your favorite movie?”
“Definitely big daddy with Adam Sandler,” I tell her, and a huge smile appears on her face.
“I love that one too! Although it's my second favorite. My first is The Princess Diaries.”
“Oh, man! You stole my second question,” I tell her, she giggles at me.
“Oops! Ask me your third question.”
“Do you have any siblings?” Her face turns sad at my question but she quickly changes it.
“Yeah I do actually, her name is Amor. She's about the twins' age.”
“Can I meet her?" I ask.
“No, she lives with my Tio Victor in San Francisco. I moved with my mom to Atlanta,” She tells me.
I find it kind of weird that her sister isn't with her but I don't want to make her uncomfortable, she's calm right now.Hi everyone
I know I haven't updated in about a month but I have some updates.1. I did not forget about this story. I've just been tired recently, but don't worry I will try to make more updates.\
2. When I'm not updating, check out my Tik-Tok and Pinterest under the same user.
I have boards for my fanfics and I post edits for upcoming chapters.3. I have a new fanfic coming out within the next month or so that's interconnected with this one about Amor and Jaden.
4. If you have any questions about cerebral palsy let me know.
I have the exact type of cerebral palsy Cadiann has.5. ask me any questions you want related to this fic

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