Finding a Twin

Chapter 17 : Riker learns more about Jeff's past

Chapter 17

Jeff POV

My heart was about to explode. I started to panic inside. I know cutting is wrong, but I did it anyways, and now I don't know what Riker's going to do!

"Hey. Calm down."

I laid down on my pillow, and broke into tears. I was breathing so quickly. It felt like I was about to have a panic attack.

I closed my eyes, and covered them with my hands.

"Jeff, it's ok. Please don't cry. I'm going to help you."

"N-no!"

"Jeff, yes. And we have to tell mom."

"N-no! R-Riker, please d-don't!"

He called her up anyways.

"R-Riker!"

"Jeff, it's going to be ok. I promise."

Riker pulled me to him. I basically just ended up curling up into a ball in his lap.

Later...

Jeff POV

I was currently cuddled up with Riker. I had my head on his chest. And I was still sort of crying.

Mom had decided to give me and Riker 2 weeks. Riker was determined to get me to stop cutting. So if I didn't cut for 2 weeks, I didn't have to go to the counselor. But if I did, then I had to go to one. And I got 1 mess up. So if I do cut, that's like my last warning.

Mom had just left. Riker was rubbing my back slowly, trying to get me to calm down. I was back to trusting him. Everyone makes mistakes, and Riker was sorry, so I forgave him, and now we're back as best friends again. He protects me and keeps me safe. I've never had someone I could trust before. And I loved it.

"Come on. Please stop crying. I hate when people cry," Riker said, shifting under me a little.

I wiped my tears, and tried to gain control of myself again. I was honestly tired of crying. It's what I've been doing my whole life.

I readjusted my position on Riker's chest, and cuddled up against him.

"Kids! Dinner!"

"You heard her. Up."

"No," I whined.

"Come on. You skipped breakfast and lunch. You need to have some dinner."

"The only reason I skipped was because I didn't want hospital food."

"Yeah, that stuff's nasty. Come on. Get up. I'll carry you."

"Fine..."

I sat up. Riker got up, and picked me up in his arms. He was making sure I stayed off my ankle as much as possible.

Later...

Jeff POV

I was laying in bed, and Riker was looking at the marks on my arms. He kept touching them, and I didn't really like it. I feel ashamed of what I did to myself.

"Stop!" I whined, hiding my arms under the covers.

"Sorry... I'm just trying to remember so I'll notice if you do it again."

"I hate them."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"Because it helps make my stress and anxiety and awful feelings go away."