PTSD? Just have Coffee

Chapter 14

Oakley's Pov
  Father called, he won't like how I put him on hold. "Ok, deep breaths you can handle it." I tell myself. I then went to the restroom and called him back."Hello, Vater(Father)"
  "Tochter(Daughter), you seem to hold yourself in high regard. Why didn't you immediately answer when I called you?" He said in a venomous tone, I gulped. "W-well, I was a-at a friend's house and you called w-while we were in the middle of something." Crap, he won't like that and I stuttered. "Oh, so your so-called 'friends' are more important than me?" Oh no, he sounds like Alex. "Tell me, who raised you for 27 years and supported you even though you disgrace of a child killed meine geliebte frau(my beloved wife)?" He asked, "You did, sir" I replied. "Who gave you a roof over your head and helped deal with your pathetic acting that people call 'trauma'?" "You did, sir" I answered quieter than last time. I could hear him getting more angry. "And who allowed you to study abroad and get into the best college there so that you may have a chance at getting a good life." He practically yelled in my ear, "...you did, sir" I whispered. "I gave you all of these chances to redeem yourself for what happened to meine frau(my wife). Yet you're here messing around with some random kid and being a huge disgrace to our family, your brother is here being a good child. Why can't you do the same?"
  I was silent during his yelling, I was used to this. At least he wasn't throwing glass vases around while drinking alcohol, but my patience was becoming very thin and I was on the verge of breaking, so I prepared to say an excuse to leave the call.
  "Your bruder(brother) told me that you got a therapist a few weeks ago." I froze when he said that, "I thought you got over your stupid PTSD sh*t already, you're a grown woman for god's sake. Just stop acting like your f*cking depressed all the time, your mutter(mother) would be so disappointed."
  I felt a couple tears roll down my face, "what did you just say?" I murmured "Speak up Oakley, I didn't raise a-" "YOU DIDN'T RAISE ME AT ALL!" I snapped, tears streaming down my face in my blind rage. "You were never there for me, sure you helped Matt out when he needed it even though you treated both of us horribly! But you didn't even look at me, I almost died from malnourishment and lack of blood due to you never feeding me and your f*cking abuse!" I sniffled struggling to stop crying, father went completely silent. "I know that it was my fault that mutter (mother) died, she died holding my hand! But by God you made it so much worse, telling me to surprise my feelings and stop being depressed? News flash, that's not humanly possible especially when being abused and traumatized! I was 7, but had to grow up fast in order to survive." I barely registered the creak of a door behind me but continued ranting anyway.
  "I joined the war, not because I wanted to. No, I thought that it would be better than the hell I spent at 'home'." I gasped for air before continuing, "When I came back, I got no celebration for winning or surviving. Nope, I came home to all my stuff being packed in suitcases and you basically kicked me out of the house saying that 'I should go study at a good college since war must've killed half of my brain cells' and you wonder why I can't just stop being depressed!" I seethed, "Well, my life was finally turning around for good, despite a couple eating disorders. Then my friends told me to try out having a therapist, it would've been great. If she wasn't sh*t at her work! She helped make all my progress go back to square one and my eating disorders just got worse." I found myself bawling like a baby on the ground as I continued to rant, "...and you ask why I 'act' like I'm depressed." I hiccuped.
3rd Pov
  While Oakley ranted, 3 eavesdroppers listened in stunned silence crying as they realized how much their friend is going through. Then Oakley said "...and you ask why I 'act' like I'm depressed." Kuo then flung herself towards Oakley and wrapped her arms around her and started murmuring apologies and breathing techniques. Toby and Markus quickly joined and the room was filled with just the sounds of soft murmurs and crying.