Bryce Walker's Little Sister 2: Freshman Year COMPLETED

Chapter 15: Therapy

😔 Abby 😔

I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching "Steel Magnolias" for the 100th time.  It's been a month since we lost Jaiden and I haven't been outside the house since we buried him.

Zach was home on and off the past few weeks, he's been taking classes at the university for Marine Biology, and when he's not there he's out doing god knows what.

"Hey..." Bryce said sitting on the couch next to me. "Can I do anything to help you?" I just shook my head.

"Come on, Abby. It's been a month. I'm not saying get over it, I'm just saying get off the couch, put real clothes on. Go see Jeff. He's been asking about you." I just looked at him and he sighed.

"Bryce, I've tried that. She's not gonna budge." He nodded and patted my leg.

"Have you even told anybody?" It brought tears to my eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

I just sipped on my drink and watched my movie.

"GOD DAMMIT ABBY, SAY SOMETHING." I looked at Bryce In shock, why would he yell at me right now, he knew I was hurting.

"OKAY! YOU WANT ME TO SAY SOMETHING? I. WANT. TO. KILL. MYSELF. I haven't want to be alive since Jaiden died." My voice cracked when I said his name. "I just want the pain to be over, I want my heart to stop hurting...I wake up every morning thinking 'oh, I gotta go check on Jaiden' but I can't. HE. DIED. And that night they took his body out of me...I died too." They both just stood there and stared at me.

"Abby..." Zach walked towards me slowly.

"NO." I screamed at him and he stopped. "LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Abby." Bryce wrapped his arms around me tightly and didn't let me go. I started crying and he sat on the floor, me crying in his lap like a child. "Cry it out...cry it out." He stroked my hair and sighed. "You need help Abby."

"I know." I choked out the words "I need Jeff."

After I stopped crying and Zach helped me get into the shower, I haven't used the bathroom in our room since that night. I shivered at the hot water hit my back.

I washed my hair and the moment had rushed back into my mind. I remember the way the blood ran down my legs, the sharp pain I felt in my bump. My hands touched my now flat stomach and I sighed, I miss the way my stomach curved out from the baby.

I stepped out and threw a hoodie and jeans on and threw my hair into a bun and slipped my sandals on. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Just a short month I took a belly picture with my bump. I picked up my phone and walked downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Bryce asked turning around a looking at me with Zach.

"Jeff's." They nodded.

"Be Safe, Love You." Zach said

"Love you too." I headed out into the cold breeze and took a deep breath. I walked down the street with my head down. I turned the corner and approached Jeff's house.

I hadn't seen Jeff since our shopping trip the day I lost Jaiden. I hadn't talk to anyone and we hadn't told anybody that I lost the baby.

I stepped onto his porch and knocked, a few minutes later Jeff opened the door!

"ABBY!" He said cheerfully then looked down at my belly and he looked sad.

"Your belly...it's...its.."

"I know...I have a lot to tell you." We sat on his couch. "Uh...that night we went shopping I got into the shower and I noticed blood. We rushed to the hospital and they did an ultrasound and the baby had no heartbeat..."

"Abby...I could have been there for you. Everyone has been asking to see you. Bryce and Zach told everyone you didn't want visitors. I just didn't know why...can I ask what you named him?"

I smiled and nodded "Jaiden Alexander Dempsey."

"I love it." I smiled at him again.

It felt like we had talked for hours and there was a knock on the door.

"Abby, it's Zach." Jeff said coming back into the living room. I smiled at
Zach.

"Ready to go?" I nodded I smiled and hugged Jeff.

"Thank You...for talking to me, I feel a lot better."

"No problem, don't be a stranger. I'm always here to talk." We said our goodbyes and got into the car.

"Do you still wanna go get help?" I nodded and he smiled at me. "Bryce has your old therapist coming to the house tomorrow."

"Okay."

"I love you, Abby...I just want you to be safe and talk to me about these things."

"I know, it's just hard to explain without feeing so alone." He nodded.

"I can't loose you Abby. That would kill me."

"I know." Little did he know, this conversation would be what killed me.