Finding Her Joy

Help Her

*A/N- Damn... you guys were like... MAD mad yesterday... Alright. I get it. To make up for the roller coaster, I've been putting you all through, I have a little surprise. I've been working on something a little different, and I'm hesitant to post it, but it is a finished project. Still TNN themed, but not a regular fanfic. Let me know if I should start posting it or not. TW for this one. Anyway. Happy reading! Enjoy!

(AUTUMN POV)
"Amelia!" I ran over to her and dropped to my knees to check her over.

I tried to move her carefully, just enough to see where all the blood was coming from. She had a cut on her cheek, a bruise around her eyes, and her eyebrow was bleeding heavily.

Grabbing my phone, I called Reece first, "Reece? Are you there?" Normally, I would be calm and collected, but right now I was anything but.

"Aut? What's wrong?" Hearing how upset I was made him the same way.

"H- how far away are you? She's hurt. I don't know how bad, but she's unconscious, and there's a lot of blood."

I heard him speed up, "I'm just around the corner. Don't worry, I'll be there in less than a minute!"

"Do you think we should call the emergency line?" I asked, trying to clean up Mia's face a bit to see how badly she was really hurt.

"No, she wouldn't like that. I'll... I'll call my physician. He's trustworthy." I sighed in relief, "I'm pulling in now. Where are you in the house?"

"Master bath," I said quickly. "Where's Marjorie and Charlotte?"

"I don't know, but I'll call them after we get Mia handled." He ended our call and ran up the stairs. Reece was on the phone when he came into the bedroom, staying outside the bathroom door until he was off the phone. "He'll be here in 10. He said it should be safe to move her, but only to roll her over. We need to do it slowly and elevate her head so the bleeding will stop. Head wounds are always worse than they appear," he called out on his way to the door. He went to enter.

Not wanting him to see the mess on the floor, I wiped my hands and got up to block him. "No, stay out here," I said firmly.

"Aut, no. I'm going in."

I crossed my arms and blocked him again, "No. You're not. We both don't need to be traumatized by the mess in there. You can't think clearly, and I can tell because of how much you're already shaking."

He frowned, "Am I not allowed to be upset? Especially knowing that this probably has everything to do with our bastard father? It's my fault she got in this mess in the first place. Had she never met me, then she'd probably be off somewhere safe." He spoke quickly. I could feel the resentment he had for himself through his words.

I put a hand on his shoulder, which I never do, so he was very stunned. "Do not blame yourself for the bad decisions of others. It is not your fault that Father manipulates people like this."

His eyes went dark, "You're right... it's him. It's always him. He is the only common factor. I swear I'll - "

"No." He looked over at me confused, "I've already taken care of it. He won't be bothering anyone else again."

Reece relaxed, but only slightly. Based on the way I spoke, he knew I must've talked to him recently. He knew everything about me still. "You said something to him, didn't you?"

I didn't answer him, but he knew. "Call Marjorie. See where they are... Reece?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to have to prepare them. She doesn't look awful, but there's a lot going on right now. I just... I'm not sure -" I couldn't get the words out.