Mending A Broken Soul (Mavin)

Chapter Twelve: Breakdowns

Chapter Twelve:
Breakdowns

"Gav, why don't you try going to work. It'll get your mind off... Well, you know," Michael suggested, walking over to me.

It's been a week since my father raped me. I hadn't been myself since then according to Michael. I mean, what did he expect from me? I surely wasn't gonna be all jubilant and excited afterwards.

"I don't want to," I told him, curling up into a tighter ball on the couch. I turned my attention back to the tv, which Michael had shut off.

"Well, can you at least go for a walk with me? Or... Or even a drive maybe?" Michael suggested.

"I'm not going for a drive," I told him bluntly.

"Okay, yeah, that was a stupid suggestion. But my point still stands. Sitting around and not doing anything isn't gonna fix anything. In fact, this is probably what your dad wanted. For you to just shut down and block out the world. You need to get back on your feet and prove to him that you're stronger than he is," Michael told me.

I thought over what he said, knowing that he was mostly right. I really did need to start focusing on beating my depression again.

However, I really didn't have the motivation, will, or energy to get up and do anything.

"No," I told Michael stubbornly.

Michael sighed in frustration, obviously trying to keep himself from yelling at me. I knew that he really wanted to, especially with my negative and stubborn attitude lately. Honestly, I was impressed with how much of my shit he could deal with without blowing up on me.

"Whatever, Gav. Lay around and do nothing. I honestly don't know what more I can do for you," Michael told me calmly. He got up from his place and went into our bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I watched the door for several more moments after he closed it, listening intently. I couldn't hear anything so I just shrugged it off and grabbed my phone.

I held it in my hands for several moments, not knowing if I really wanted to turn it on. I had tried avoiding social media and stuff since the rape out of fear people were somehow gonna find out and judge me. I knew I was gonna have lots of tweets thrown my way about my absence in videos and I wasn't sure I was ready to deal with that.

Slowly, I turned on my phone and entered my passcode, watching my apps and stuff appear. I slowly scrolled through all of them, opening Twitter.

Once Twitter loaded, I opened my notifications, noticing the hundreds of tweets directed towards me. I read through a couple from last week, noting that they were basically just people telling me their depression stories.

However, as I started opening the ones from this week, I noticed a common trend. Mostly people saying how they felt sorry for me for what I had to go through. I figured it was just about the depression video until I found a tweet with a link.

Oh my god, I can't believe someone would do this to poor Gavin. Hasn't he gone through enough?

I gulped and opened the link. I felt my heart pound against my chest as I played the video.
I felt like I was gonna get sick when I realized what the video was.

I watched myself in the video as I lolled my head back and forth on my bed, obviously being dizzy. My mouth was duck taped, along with my hands and ankles. Blood was pouring from my nose and onto the bed. Suddenly, my father appeared and shoved me further onto the bed, flipping me onto my stomach while I desperately fought back. He taped my wrists to the bedposts and began pulling off my pants. I could hear myself let out a muffled scream as he did this.