Clarie's pov
After we all made a mutual decision of going to Eiden's beach house for the holiday we went to the ice-cream shop leaving the adults at home to plan some more.
Even though I was still scared to be outdoors I was comfortable by the sweet smiles on my friends faces. Or was I not.
"what are you doing " Sam poked my arm
Looking at my ice-cream which I was playing with, with the spoon
Argh. . .
He knows I get pains after he does that
"It's called Numnah" I said
"what's Numnah?" he asked sounding like a kid who just said 'chihuahua' for the first time
"non of your business" I snapped with an obvious look
Thankful nobody but Sam and Eiden who has been looking worried all day noticed what just happened
I just went off the edge all of a sudden
Eiden wrapped his hands around mine with my ice-cream cup in between and gave me a reassuringly look, his expression spelling out I'm here for you.
"you are always like this when you are upset and I don't see why you should... you should be glad you're back home with us" Sam looked at me with observing eyes that showed he was worried
I looked at Eiden in front of me and he looked distraught. I'm sure he didn't know what was going on with me. Neither did I
Sam took a cookie from Emily's plate before turning back to me
"OK let's go. . ." he said with his mouthful of cookie as he held me around my waist
"where to" I countered
He influenced me to stand up from the boot still holding my waist "let's go talk this out"
Oh no. . .
Anytime Sam says that and pulls me away to talk I just have to spill it. The problem is I've got nothing to spill this time. . .
I glanced back at Eiden like a scared puppy that needed help but he couldn't do nothing because Sam did his over protective brother face.
Sam gave me a glance as he put his hands in his pockets
"what" I asked
"I know what is wrong with you" he said with a understanding face but looked more worried
My heart leaped
The excitement that he knows what is wrong with me and wants to tell me since I don't know what is wrong with me, mixed with fear of actually knowing what is wrong with me struck me since Sam looked more worried
"you are going through a disorder, I know because I've gone through it before"
"disorder" my mouth went bitter at the word
"post traumatic stress disorder, it's mostly called PTSD" he clarified
"but. . . You. . . I didn't notice when you were traumatised
What happened" I said trying to remember what happened but didn't
He looked up to the sky before looking back at me "remember when Blaze died?" he asked reminding me of our dog. He died few days before we moved to Montana, the third place we moved to when we started moving from place to place.
I remember that Sam really loved him because Dad got him for his birthday.
There was a minute of silence for his fun and exciting memory. The only sad thing about remembering him was that he died.
"he died few days before we left for Montana" he sighed
YOU ARE READING
Taming the inner her
Teen Fiction"just let me go" I pleaded as I laid on the floor holding my side. As he threw me I hit my right side where my ribs are on the edge of the truck and banged my head really bad "so you really think You'll be able to leave me that easily" he said walki...
