You're Too Good (REWRITE)

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Teagan

Wednesday, May 21, 2023

The players brought me into one of the hotel rooms, apparently it being Alex and Mal's, so we wouldn't bother anyone else.

Alex sat me on a bed so I could rest my ankle.

She sat beside me, Christen on the other side.

"So," Tobin began. "Are you ready to let us help you?"

"There's nothing you can do. I can't go to the police. I can't go to a hospital. I can't get help from anywhere."

"And why's that?" Kelley asked, on the other bed.

"They'll split Eli and I up."

There's another reason too, but now is not the time to go into full detail.

"Oh sweetie, no they won't." Christen comforted.

"The foster system doesn't try to keep siblings together. There's a really low chance I'd actually stay with him."

"Foster? Are you saying that if you got help you'd go to a foster family?" Mal stated the obvious.

I nodded.

"So I'm guessing they do really bad stuff to you?" Alex suggested, only causing me to nod again, this time tears in my eyes.

I hid my face in one knee, since the other was laying flat, in order to not hurt my ankle.

Alex continued to give me a side hug, which sent butterflies in my stomach.

It may have been a small gesture, but I haven't had a genuine hug in a long time, besides from my friends and brother.

"Do you think you can tell us what they do to you?" Chris asked softly, rubbing her hand over my back.

Her small action gave me the confidence I needed, so I did open up.

"My dad.. he hits me. A lot. Sometimes not even that. Every morning I wake up with new bruises and sore spots on my body, just because of him. And my mom.. she just watches. Sometimes laughs. She would never try and do something to help. She hates us just as much as my dad does." I ranted, allowing tears to flow.

I didn't give them full details, like how our basement is practically a torture chamber, and that our walls are covered with mine and Eli's blood.

I didn't dare look at the women.

The silence said all I needed to know.

"Teagan.." Christen trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"We can go to the police. We can get you help, love." Alex rubbed my back.

"No! We are not going to the police!" I shot my head up, becoming all defensive.

"Teagan. You're not safe at your house, and you're what, thirteen? That's five more years of living under abuse!" Kelley argued.

"Almost four! I've sucked it up since I was seven, so I can do it a few more years."

The women looked at me in shock, not knowing what to say.