A Gentle Touch (Sawyer Fredericks Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen

A/N I beg you guys. BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU! Please watch the video. Please. I broke down sobbing writing this chapter and I feel the video might explain Violet's situation better. AND I BEG PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE WHEN YOU FINISH THE CHAPTER ALSO!!!! Please...

Sawyer's POV

Violet and I walked out into the hallway. She told me that my family was waiting for us in a private room. She started walking and when we got to the room I thought I was going to throw up. All I expected to hear was shouts of anger and disgust. I was sure my brothers would want nothing to do with me. I was trying not to cry again but the tears were filling my eyes.

Violet's POV

I looked at Sawyer. His legs were shaking and I saw tears leaking out of his eyes. His whole body was trembling and he looked so scared.

"Sawyer, shh don't be nervous. I'll be right there with you ok?" I whispered softly.

He looked down at me with a tear streaked face. He was sweaty and his hair was sticking to his face. I pulled him away from the door and into a vacant corridor. He leaned against the wall and slid down. I crouched with him. His head was against the wall and his eyes were shut tight. His hands were balled into fists and his breathing was ragged. He was trying so hard to regain his composure but it was proving very difficult. I've been in his position and I know how scary it can be, telling somebody for the first time that you cut yourself. He looked at me. His hair stuck to his face, and beads of sweat on his forehead. Honestly it looked like he had just ran a marathon or something.

I gently touched the side of his face with my hand. When I did he looked at me. I pushed the hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. I grabbed a tissue from a nearby counter and crouched down next to him once again. Slowly I began to dab at his forehead, he was a mess, and I knew he needed to calm down before he could face his family again. He inhaled a shaky breath and exhaled slowly. When we got to the door we opened it gently. The minute we did his mom practically threw him into her arms. I saw a wheelchair in the room which I'm guessing was mine. I sat down in it and watched everything unfold. I swear the minute Sawyer's face hit his mom's shoulder the sobbing started up again. It was so hard for me watching him break down like this. I never thought of him as the person who would choke. He's only shown me his strong side. As much as I liked to see him showing emotion other than strength, I hated that it was in this way. His mom held him extremely tightly and he clutched onto her for dear life. "I'm sorry's" and "I love you's" were being thrown out into the tense atmosphere. She was stroking his hair softly, and his dad was standing there rubbing his back. He was visibly shaking and his whole frame wracked with gut wrenching sobs. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to be selfish, but this was a family that used to be perfect. Then I came along and ruined it. I put them in danger with Garth, I kept their stress levels elevated with my constant health issues. I had so much wrong with me mentally, and now I almost killed their son. It was my time to go. I knew they would be kicking me out as soon as Sawyer calmed down. I wanted to make it easier for myself. I slowly stood up out of the wheelchair and exited the room. I walked back to the private restroom and locked the door. I couldn't help myself. I began to cry. I hated myself for ruining such a perfect family.

Sawyer's POV

The tears were pouring from my eyes. I was shaking so hard that it was starting to hurt. My mom was holding me and petting my hair gently. I felt my dad rubbing my back. It was so comforting. I had ben sobbing for about ten minutes by this point and I was starting to calm down. My mom's grip started to loosen and I pulled away. I could tell she had been crying too. She led me over to the sofa they had in the room and we sat down with my dad. My brothers were across from me. My dad looked at my arm. He looked back at me. I explained to my family why I had cut myself. How I was planning to kill myself.