Don't Let Go

Chapter 4 - I want to help

Not once have I ever seen Brody so mad at me. I've felt awful these past 3 days and haven't moved from my bed. I've been sat in my bed crying and sleeping, ignoring texts, phone calls, snapchats, Twitter messages. I don't want to speak to anyone excluding my parents. My mother comes in every so often to check up on me but as she is the only one working in our household, she finds it difficult to find the time to look after me. Luckily my Dad will happily look after me when I'm upset and sometimes allows me to cuddle up to him on the sofa so I am able to calm myself down.

I check my phone sometimes only to see I have over 100 messages from Emma, Brendon, Blake and Brody. Even Luke messaged me asking if I was alright! I didn't reply because I'd knew they'd tell Brody I was alright, including Emma.

But today I decided to watch TV because Dad had a hospital appointment for his cancer and Mum had to work again. I take a seat on the sofa and snuggle up into a plush blanket as I flick through the channels trying to find something to watch. I left my phone on coffee table where it randomly vibrates causing the noise to rattle through the coffee table. I sigh and switch my phone onto silent.

I then finally find a channel that I can watch. I could never go wrong with Cartoons like Adventure Time, SpongeBob or Amazing World of Gumball. Call me a child, but I live for those daily shows!

I decide to watch them and snuggle up into my blanket and shut my eyes, even if it for a few seconds. Before I can even drift into the world of slumber, a loud knock on the door sounds through the house. I huff an get up from the sofa and walk to the door. I open it only to see Brody.

His brown hair is messy, his eyes were bloodshot and red and his lip was bruised and bleeding. He slipped his hands out of his grey hoodies pocket and scratched the back of his neck. I begin to the close the door but he puts his foot in the way so I am unable to close the door.

"Brody! Move your fucking foot" I snap at him in annoyance and I move the door away from squeezing his foot to he can bring it away.

"I need to talk to you" he says softly, keeping his foot in the same place as before. I exhale heavily and roll my eyes.

"I don't want to talk to you! Obviously I won't understand or care about anything you say" I shot back and I can see the wave of guilt smack him in the face. He looks down to his feet, realising he's upset me pretty bad.

I mean I care a lot about Brody but he's to busy worrying about my safety that he doesn't even think about how I feel on this. It's like a chore to him in some cases seeing as he referred to it as a job.

"Look I understand your pissed at me, but I really want to get back to the way things were" he says calmly. I open the door even wider and take a step towards him.

"Do you even hear yourself?! How can things go back to the way they were if you won't even tell me what the hell is going on?!" I shout, I am starting to regret yelling at him so much as I begin to notice I'm making things worse for him. I take a step back from him and bring my hands to my face where I cover my eyes as I begin to cry.

I then feel two muscular arms wrap around my frail body as I begin sobbing into their shoulder. I keep my hands on my face and Brody begins stroking my hair, shushing me to calm me down.
"It's alright baby girl, I'm here...ssh..." He whispers. He plants a kiss on my forehead and rests his chin on my forehead.

This is how I wanted things to be...
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An hour later we'd made up and decided to not go to school as we both weren't 100% alright yet. We were both sat under the plush blanket watching our childhood cartoons and eating popcorn.