Bryce Walker's Little Sister (COMPLETED)

Chapter 17: Jeffery Atkins

🌸 Abby 🌸

I was sitting in the therapists office in a spinning around in the chair. She was watching my every move till she finally spoke up.

"Abigail, can you tell me how Jeff's death affected your life." I stopped and looked at her.

"Jeff...Jeff was like my brother losing him broke a part of me, I lost part of myself that night." She motioned for me to continue. "It kept me bedridden for weeks. I feel like a part of me I won't ever be the same." She wrote on her notepad and looked up at me.

"Can you tell me about the night you got the call about Jeff."

(Flashback to Jeff's death 2 months ago.)

"Abby, Jeff is dead." I dropped my phone and started sobbing. Bryce jumped up from the bar and held me.

"LET GO OF ME!" I screamed and he just held me tighter "I NEED TO GO TO HIM." Justin stood there crying.

"Abby, you can't. He's dead." Justin wiped his eyes.  "I'm calling Zach."  I was screaming and crying. Bryce was crying but he kept calm for me, he tried to calm me down but he couldn't, I wanted all of this to be a dream, Jeff can't be dead. He can't be.

🏈 Zach 🏈

I laid down in bed after talking to my mom for a while, I closed my eyes and my phone started ringing, I looked over and saw Justin's name.

Call between Zach and Justin

Z- Hello?
J- Hey, Zach. Uh. Hold on.

I could Hear Abby screaming and crying in the background.

J- Just get over here, I'll explain when you get here.

I jumped out of bed and threw clothes on and ran out to my car and sped over to Abby's house. When I pulled up I could hear her from outside, I ran up to the door and Justin opened the door.

"What's going on with Abby?" He looked like he had been crying too.

"Zach, Jeff died." My heart broke into a million pieces, but I had to stay strong for Abby. She was taking this too hard.

🌸 Abby 🌸

I felt like I had been crying and screaming for hours, my makeup was running and my face was red, and puffy. My throat burned.

"Please Tell me he's not really dead, tell me it was a dream." Zach held my hand. "Oh my god." I just laid on the kitchen floor laying on Zach's chest. He rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry Abby, we all were close with Jeff. But he's in a better place." I sniffled and wiped my eyes.

"I need help Zach." I sat up and looked at him. He nodded.

"Okay, what kind of help." I looked down. And I felt helpless.

"I need Mental Help...too many bad things have happened in the last two years. I need to go away and get help."

(End of flashback)

"You know accepting that you need help is the first step to recovery." She said writing on her notepad again. "In the past two months you have made excellent progress. You don't have any anger towards Barry anymore, you trust men after sexual assault, and you are starting to move on from Jeff's Passing." I smiled "I'm letting you go home." My smile got bigger. "But, twice a week see a therapist." She grabbed a business card.  "Give me a call if you ever wanna talk."