29. HELP

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They found me a psychiatrist and after the first session, she suggested that I see her every day for a while.  She tried to talk me into committing myself and tried to talk to my dad as well saying that severing contact from the reminders might help me.  My dad agreed to a 24-hour hold they wouldn't let me see or call Noah or Lee.  That night I had the worst nightmares yet.  I couldn't wake myself up from them.  Once they calmed me down and I went back to sleep I would have another one.  By the morning I looked like I hadn't slept in over a week.  They actually called my dad in because they finally had to sedate me because I started clawing at myself.  When my dad came into the room I looked up at him and asked for Noah.  He told me that he couldn't come in.  I looked up at him and asked "he still loves me right.  I am remembering that right.  He hasn't left me, has he.  What about my Lee he still my twin right."  My dad turned and said "this is not helping she needs contact with them they have all been together with her whole life.  Cutting her off from the Flynn boys is not helping my daughter I am taking her home."

I guess while they were filling out the paperwork my dad called ahead because instead of taking me home he took me to the Flynn's when I walked in I saw my Flynn boys and ran to them wrapping my arms around both of them.  They were both crying the two of them just held me and took turns saying "that no matter what they were both here for me and always would be.  No matter what lays in our future."  Eventually, Christmas break was coming to an end and I knew Noah was going to have to go back to school.  I had been out by the pool with Lee and Rachel and walked in to get a drink when I head Noah.  "I can't go back she needs me.  I will take a semester off so I can stay here and help her heal or I will just transfer to UCLA.  I can't lose her.  I need to help bring her back."  I rush in and say "No, you can't. You can't give up your future our future for this.  We will find a way for you to be here for me without being here for me.  How about we do what we did when this first happened.  I will call you when I need you.  We can fall asleep together on Skype, facetime something that way if I have a nightmare you can help wake me up and talk me down.  Please try something else first."  Noah crossed the room and held my hands "Shelly, you need me that is what being in a relationship is about sacrifices especially when one of us is hurting."  "I know but can't we try this first, please. Noah, I will hate myself if you give up Harvard for this for me."  June stands up and says "Yes, let's try this first.  Remember the Dr. said no added stress.  I will also promise you if you have a really bad one and really need him home we will bring him home.  Will that help the both of you."  Noah looks at me and I hear from the door.  "you better do it, bro, she is serious, look at her.  Her legs are tense and she is fisting.  Give my twin this she will pull through"  After what seemed like forever he gave in.  I ran to him threw my arms around him and thanked him.

The next few weeks after Noah left were hard.  We did find out that he was able to talk me out of my nightmares rather quickly even over Skype.  I had signed paperwork along with my dad giving my Dr. permission to keep Noah updated so he knew I wasn't keeping anything from him.  Noah had noticed the change before the Dr. told him I was getting better.  He said I was having fewer and fewer broken nights.  Warren was brought up on misconduct charges from the school decorum council and was banned from all extra-curricular activities hosted by the school.  That included the prom, the carnival, and the Senior Class trip.  He could petition the council to be allowed to participate in graduation, but he had to satisfy them that he was no longer harassing any student on campus.  He had to walk the straight and narrow.  June after filling her harassment suit had won and the judge said Warren was responsible for my treatment since the Dr. admitted that it was his tormenting that caused me to slip back. By the time Noah came home for spring break, I hadn't had a nightmare in almost three weeks.  I worked hard at healing myself.  Every once in a while my family and my Flynn boys would remind me how much they loved me.  I couldn't wait Noah is going to be home soon.  I bought him something special...well I have to wear it.


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