What a Waste of a Perfectly good clean wrist (PTV Adoptive story)

Whats So Good About Picking Up The Pieces

~~~Vics POV~~~

"Damn she's been through a lot" say Mike

"I really hope we can help her get back in her feet. I don't want her to think suicide is the answer for eveything. But she seems to trust us enough. I mean she decided to talk around us so that's good." saying my thoughts out loud.

Jaime has been quiet through all of this which is unusual for him. I glace over at Jaime and I see him lost in thought.

"Jaime you alright man" he looks away from the walls and looks at me putting a small smile on his face.

"Yeah I'm good. Its just hard to imagine someone so sweet and caring as her had to go through all that shit. It makes me wonder how many kids have had a childhood that bad."

"I think we should all go to bed its been a long night" Mike says while standing up and stretching.

"I second that. Good night everyone" I say through a yawn. I walk up stair and plop in my bed, not even bothering to change close and instantly fell asleep.

~~~Tonys POV~~~

I wake up to see Iris still sleeping silently in my arms. I reach over a grab my phone trying not to wake her up and look at the time. 10:32, Damn I usually never sleep in that much.

I put my phone down and carefully remove my arms from Iris and go down stairs to see what everyone else was doing.

Mikes making breakfast and Vic and Jaime are just talking on the island. I walk over to the fridge and grab a monster. I walk over to the island and sit.

"Hey Tony how was Iris last night after the whole fiasco."

Vic looks at me whole continuing to sip his coffee.

"Honestly she cried herself to sleep, but she didn't have any nightmares so I guess that's pretty good." I say while nodding my head.

Mike puts the food on table and then walks over to us. "I think we should all try to help her with her issues, but not all of them at once. I mean this is how she lived her life for so many years it's going to be hard to break the habits. But I think we should work on her eating disorder first."

We all look at each other and nod, liking the idea. Plus I have a past with an eating disorder so I know how to pull someone out of it.

"We just can't give her too much food at once or it won't stay down, cause her stomach won't be used to having to diguist food. We have to make sure that she doesn't run up to the bathroom after eating and help make her know she isn't fat aswell." Everyone looks at me taking in all the information I told them.

I stand up and start walking up the stairs ready to wake up Iris. I walk down the hallway and over to Iris door and slowly open it trying not to make a lot of noise. When I fully open the door I see Iris sitting up crying softly into her hands. The sight just breaks my heart knowing how hurt she truly is.

I walk over to her and sit in front of her. I scoot closer and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her into me.

"Iris sweetheart what's wrong why are you crying" I say while running my fingers through her hair.

She just puts her head in my crook of my neck and cries harder. I continue to play with her hair and run her back trying to calm her down. 10 minutes later she calms down enough and pulls away from me, but I keep my arms around her.

"You wanna tell me why your so upset this morning." I say sofly while rubbing circles on her hip.

She looks up at me with sad eyes. "I had a dream that I was never adopted and my dad never got locked up and I was back with him" she said looking down. I was gonna say something but she cut me off. "You guys were there while my dad was beating me. I tried running towards you guys but you kept getting farther and farther away. Its like I was running on a treadmill."

I put my fingers gently under her chin to make her look at me. "We will never ever let you go back to that bastard again okay. We are always here to protect you alright"

She nods soflty. "Okay let's go down stairs before they get too worried" she nods again while we get up to go down stairs.