Broken: A Bucky Daughter Story

Chapter 34

T/W:Talking about abuse

A/N: I talk about some rough statistics, I made these up, they are not real.

It was English. One of the few classes without MJ, Ned or Peter. "So before we get started today, a person from the New York City Police will talk for half the lesson about family abuse," the teacher said. Isabelle's head shot up at the last word and started to panic when she saw the familiar white and blue uniform of the police officer. "Hi everyone, I'm Zara and like your teacher said I'm from the New York City Police. Before we jump into the presentation, I will be talking about triggering topics, so if you need to leave, I'm sure your teacher won't mind you stepping out of the classroom for a moment. Ok so abuse..."

Zara's words floated through Isabelle's mind as she tried to block it out and all the memories of Jack. He would come back, he would do it again. He would hurt her. He would hurt Bucky. And MJ. No, MJ couldn't go through that. She wouldn't allow it. Chrissie. What would Chrissie say right now? "Is what you are saying true? What is the worst case scenario? What is the best? But what is likely to happen? What is your evidence that Jack is going to hurt you again?" Isabelle took a deep breath in. Could Jack actually hurt her right now?

No.

1. He was in jail.

2. He was surrounded by security cameras and guards.

3. Bucky would not let anything happen to her.

4. She was friends with the avengers. They knew how to be safe and how to defend.

4. She was at school surrounded by people.

It wasn't going to happen. Jack couldn't touch her. Isabelle tried not to concentrate on Zara's words, but she couldn't help some that slipped through. "Statistics show that family sexual abuse mostly happen between the father of the family and his daughter." "Many children and teenagers don't speak up because they still feel a connection with their family, even though what they are doing is wrong." "It mostly happens at night and out of all the types of family abuse, it is the one that happens least." Isabelle was going ok, until Zara showed a video of a teenage girl talking about their experience with abuse. Her father had controlled her life, and her mother turned a blind eye to it all. Though what she went through was not sexual, it didn't stop Isabelle running out of the room and sinking to the floor outside the classroom. Blake chased after her.

He took her hands in his and sat in front of Isabelle, as she tried to stop her tears running down her face. "No one will get to you," Blake said, "You're safe." His accent was soothing and Isabelle nodded, but the tears still came. She gripped onto Blake as he brushed his fingers against her hands. Her breathing was just starting to slow when the teacher came out. "Are you ok? Do you need to talk to someone?" she asked. Isabelle shook her head and managed to stutter out, "I just need a moment, please." The teacher nodded and motioned for Blake to go inside. He looked at Isabelle like he didn't want to leave but moved towards the door. Isabelle gripped onto him and pulled him back down. She didn't care that he was the most popular boy in school, that all eyes were on him, and that he hardly talked to her except in music, she needed someone to hold onto. And Blake was there. And he was safe. She didn't know why but she wasn't going to dwell on it now. Blake looked at the teacher and sat back down in front of Isabelle. After consulting her watch, she said, "The bell is going to go soon, you two can stay out here if you need. I'll be inside if you want to talk." She went inside and Blake moved to sit next to Isabelle against the wall. "Do you... Do you want to say anything?" Blake asked. Isabelle looked up at him and said, "Maybe later. I'm- I'm tired." And she was. Her energy was gone, spent on panicking and crying. Isabelle put her head on Blake's shoulder, not bothering to worry about what he would think, and closed her eyes. Blake continued to rub her hands, Isabelle's breaths finally evening out. Before the bell went, Blake asked if he could give Isabelle his number. She nodded and handed over her phone. He entered his number and put hers in his phone. The bell went and they stood, gathered their books, and went on their separate ways home.