The Help~(Completed♡)

Nightmares

Jessica's P.O.V.

"Daddy?"

"You'll be fine. I love you.", he choked out.

"No, no you can't leave me!"

"Shh, it's okay baby. It's better this way."

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"No!", I sat up, panicked. I looked around the room. Rug, window, pictures. I can hear the T.V. I can smell the laundry detergent. I'm home. "You're fine.", I whispered, grabbing the small pink blanket I took everywhere and creeping downstairs. Daddy sat in front of the T.V. as I stood in the hall, "Daddy?" He wiped his face, sniffling a little,

"Hey. You alright?" I nodded,

"Can I sleep in your room?" He nodded,

"Of course. C'mere love." I shuffled over to him as he pulled me into his lap, "Did you have another nightmare?" I nodded. "About me or him?"

"You."

"I think I'm gonna set you up with a therapist. You need sleep, you can't keep going like this."

"Okay.", I yawned.

"C'mon. Let's get you into bed."

Damon's P.O.V.

I picked up Harley's bag as she jumped up to grab it. I held it above her head,

"Tell me what you're hiding and I won't go through it."

"A-A bad test." Lies.

"Go to the living room."

"B-But-"

"Now." She whimpered, obeying. I opened her bag, going through the many folders and papers. A few bad grades, but nothing to panic over. At the very bottom of her bag, there was a folded and crumpled up note. Harley was extremely organized. She didn't leave stray papers or trash. I slowly unfolded it,

20 Ways To Kill Yourself

● Blow your fucking brains out
● Pills.
● Slit your goddamn wrists
● Stupid bitch.
● Jump.
● Jump.
● JUMP!
●You can't even fucking talk right.
● Do us a favor
● No one likes you
● Lay in the highway
● Hang yourself. It's fun.
● No one wants you
● You're fat and ugly AND stupid.
● We hope you get shot
● Whores don't deserve to live
● Shoot yourself
● You're gonna die alone
● Fucking do us a favor and end it
● NO ONE WANTS YOU

I put the list full of many different handwritings down, wiping the tears from my face,

"Harley, c'mere.", I called softly. She shuffled in, peering down,

"I'm sorry."

"Who gave you this list?" She broke down sobbing,

"Th-These really m-mean girls at-at school.", she sobbed as I held her tightly, "They-They're so mean to me bubba. I-I-I don't understand."

"Shh, love. Some people are just mean. I'm gonna handle this. It's not okay. Ever. Don't ever fucking listen to them. Please. Your family wants you and loves you so fucking much babygirl. We always will. You're not any of that stuff they said. Any of it. I swear to you. I'm gonna fix this baby."