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My words shoot to kill when I'm mad (PART THREE)

A/N: Okay, I realised now that I had deleted a substantial part of part two, which has more details and made the trigger warnings in the last chapter make sense. So, I am going to fill in the blanks that were cut from the last chapter. Also, I had quite a bit of time to write today because I wasn't working like I normally do.

Trigger Warnings:~
Discussions of Depression, Anxiety,  Suicidal ideation, Suicide Attempts

Aspyn: 28-years-old
August: 17-years-old
Birdie: 17-years-old

December, 20th 2042

Once they had arrived home, Travis carried August upstairs while Taylor gave everyone a brief update just to say that August was now home safe. Travis had taken August up to his and Taylors room and sat down with her on the bed, still holding the girl close, part of him scared that if he let go August would get up and run away again.

Taylor came up to join her husband and Daughter a few moments later, when she walked into the bedroom she found Travis holding August closely.

"Hi," Taylor said softly, "How are you doing Ducky?"

August didn't respond, not even bothering to look up at her parents. Her eyes solely focused on her cat that was currently curled up on the end of the bed.

"Ducky? Mama's talking to you girlie." Travis said, softly, he too using the nickname that had been given too August as a baby, one that she hadn't heard in years. 

"Stop calling me that!" Auggie exclaimed, clearly becoming upset once again. Taylor and Travis both exchanged a look neither of them knowing how to respond to her daughters out burst. This wasn't their August, but if they were both being honest with themselves, they knew what August had told them earlier was true. They had unintentionally been ignoring her for a long time, for a long time they were under the impression that August was doing okay, and that she was fine. However, now they were coming to see that none of that seemed to be the truth.

"Calling you what girlie?" Travis asked softly.

"Ducky! You haven't called me that in fucking years!" Auggie yelled, startling Phoebe who was laying on the bed but got up and ran out of the room.  "You haven't paid attention to me in fucking years! Can either of you actually name anything that has happened in my life from the last few years?!"

Taylor and Travis looked at one another, both of them knowing full well that they couldn't.

"Aug-" Taylor started before being cut off by her daughter.

"You know you can't because it is always 'Aspyn this' and 'Birdie that'! You don't care about me! You don't know that I was on track to get into my dream school, but because I have been in such a shitty place you haven't notice, you have just been on my ass about keeping my grades up. You don't care that I have a girlfriend! You haven't taken any notice of me in fucking years, so don't sit there like you actually care for me!"

"August, baby, Your daddy and I love you so much baby. I want you to know that, and I would like to think you know that too. I know this doesn't fix anything baby, but daddy and I are both sorry baby girl, I know we don't understand what you have been going through and us apologising isn't going to fix everything, but we want to help you, August." Taylor said softly, pulling her daughter into her side. It was almost quiet, the only noise in the room was breathing and a few soft cries that come from August every so often. As they sat there, Taylor's mind wondered to something that Kylie had said to her. "Auggie, I am going to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. Aunt Kylie sad that you had told her that you though it would be better if you weren't here anymore,"