The Help~(Completed♡)

Self Sabotage

Luke's P.O.V.

I pet Bella's hair softly as I went into the kitchen,

"Morning baby."

"Yeah.", she whispered. I sat next to her,

"What's wrong love?"

"I-I'm just sad about a boy."

"About a boy or because of a boy?"

"Both?"

"What happened babe?"

"We were talking a lot and I really thought he liked me and then last night he asked me for pictures and I-I said I didn't do that and he got sad and then angry and started being really mean."

"I'm sorry sweets. Teenage boys can be assholes. And a lot of times they're more focused on your incredible looks and not your absolutely show stopping personality. And that's their loss. Not yours. I'm so, so proud of you for doing the right thing." She shrugged,

"There's too many cons behind it and not enough pros.", she said getting up and putting her bowl in the sink.

"Bella, those shorts are really short...", I said carefully.

"I'm aware. I'll change if you want but we're not going anywhere and it's supposed to be hot today. I was gonna try to tan."

"Okay.", I sighed. She sat back down,

"Are-Are you really that concerned about what I wear? I-I didn't peg you as a 'question what she was wearing' type of person-"

"I'm not.", I said quickly, "Absolutely fucking not. I want you to be confident but I also want you to be appropriate at the same time. What you wear is one of many, many touchy subjects, especially with a teenager. I don't want you to get hurt. In any way. And sometimes people will jump to conclusions and be really mean and I don't want that to happen to you. Okay?" She nodded, "Also, you're twelve. Crop tops and short shorts aren't happening. I'd call out any twelve year old wearing that, I'm not letting my own wear it. It's different when you're sixteen." She nodded a little,

"Okay."

"If we go out just- put on longer shorts? Please?"

"I will daddy."

"Thank you baby."

Callie's P.O.V.

"Bubba?", I asked softly as Dylan and Landon watched the news.

"What's up babe?", Landon asked quietly. I sat next to him, Dylan on my other side,

"Can we go to Luke's?"

"We need to stay home love.", Dylan said.

"I-I don't feel safe here.", I said carefully, "I know I'm safe with you guys, but I feel like none of us are safe here." There was an escaped convict on our side of town who'd killed three people and they couldn't find him. Our neighborhood was sketchy and our doors didn't lock right.

"She's not wrong.", Landon said softly, "I don't feel the safest here either." Dylan nodded,

"Pack a bag. Grab anything valuable, just in case. I'll call Luke."

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"Hey, lemme see your phone.", Dylan said as we sat on Luke's couch. My heart dropped,

"W-Why?"

"Because I haven't in a while."

"I-I thought you weren't going to anymore."

"And what made you think that?"

"Because you stopped. I-I thought you trusted me now." He softened a little,

"Baby I've always trusted you. It's other people I don't trust and I know you won't tell me when something happens."

"Because you overreact and look through my phone anyways."

"Just give me your phone Calista."

"Fine.", I huffed, handing it to him and moving to Luke's other side, staying from Dylan. I watched as he went through my phone, getting visibly angry as he bit his tongue and clenched his teeth.

"Calista Luanne we have talked countless times about the cursing! And this is completely unacceptable behavior towards another person, even if she was being mean.", he scolded. I leaned on Luke's shoulder, trying not to cry. I hated being in trouble and it was like I always was with Dylan. Especially after dad died. Luke held his hand out towards Dylan,

"Lemme see." He sighed but gave him my phone as I sat up, moving away from Luke a little. He glanced at me, clearly hurt, before reading the texts, "Has this happened before?", he asked. I nodded. "Has she done anything else? Anything worse?" I shrugged. "Kid, if she has, you need to tell me so we can fix it."

"I'm in too deep for it to be fixed."

"What'd you mean?", Dylan asked harshly.

"She-She's just been doing this for like a year. I-I told dad like a month before...- he-he told me what to do and I tried but it didn't work. It's just gotten worse and she took all my friends from me."

"That's why you hate school so much?", Dylan asked. I nodded. "Why didn't you just tell me Calista?", he snapped.

"Because I don't know how to trust you! You're-You're such a helicopter parent that I can't talk to you. I'd love to trust you Dylan. I'd fucking love to. But I can't." He took a deep breath,

"Cuss one more time-"

"Fuck you."

"Okay, enough.", Luke said sternly, "Dylan, step outside. Calm down. Now." He hesitated but did so, storming out of the room.

"I'm sorry.", I whispered, on the verge of tears. I hate it when they're angry and it's always my fault. I never know when to stop.

"It's okay. You were trying to express yourself and you've been bottling stuff up for a really long time now. Was it the best way to approach it? No. But I'm proud of you for saying something and not just ignoring the problem more. Some problems don't just go away and you can't just handle them on your own. Sometimes you really do need an adult." I nodded a little,

"He's trying to be my dad. And I understand why, but it's only pushing me further and further from him. Dad always trusted me until I gave him a reason not to. He gave me my freedom while also watching out for me and because of that, I told him things he needed to know. I trusted him. Dylan thinks he can lock me down and go through my stuff and that it'll protect me but he's killing me. I'm on edge and nervous about everything. I panic when doors open, I'm scared to make eye contact with him, I feel like I can't breathe. This isn't normal and it's not how he was when he was just my brother. It's awful. I'd never, ever tell him if something bad happened. I never talk to him when I wanna cut. I just always feel like he's gonna get angry with me and I'll be in trouble and I hate being in trouble. It's always my fault when he's mad and then Landon feels like he needs to side with Dylan because they're the adults and I'm just all alone and no one has my back. Dad always had my back."

"I have your back kid. Always. I can understand your brothers standpoint, but it's not a good one. And I'll talk to him too, okay? But you can always call me. Day or night. If something's going on or you need someone to tall to, please, please call me. You guys are like my kids too. I couldn't imagine losing you."

"I know. I will."

"Thank you. Stay in here while I go talk to Dylan. Okay?"

"Okay Luke."