He Said. (Asa Butterfield)

16- Filler//Revealed

"Your all over the tabloids."

"I know."

"What happened?"

"I... you wouldn't understand."

"Of course I would."

"No, you wouldn't. Trust me. Anyway, it's stupid. Well, I got to go."

"Bye, Francesca."

"Bye, dad," I hang up the phone and put my head in my hands, sighing.

A few minutes later I get another call, Gemma.

They just keep coming in!

"Hello?"

"Francesca, what the bloody hell happened?"

"It's nothing, I promise."

"Yeah, breaking down and crying in the middle of a movie premiere is nothing," she scoffs. This time, she speaks in a softer tone. "Francesca, you can trust me."

"Gemma," I sigh. I wanted to tell her, I did. I just couldn't. "I haven't even told Mackenzie."

"That hidden?"

"Yep."

"Alright, well, you're my best friend, Francesca. I'm here if you need me."

I smile a bit. "Thank you."

"Love you, Francesca."

"Love ya."

I hang up and turn off my phone, I'm done with calls for today.

But done with technology?

Yeah, never will I ever.

I pull my laptop onto my lap--- OH MY GOD! THATS WHY THEY CALL IT A LAPTOP!

That just clicked. How? I don't know.

Sighing, I feel back onto my bed. "I need help."

"No," my mother said, startling me. "I do. Help me with the laundry."

I rolled my self off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.

"So," my mom starts. "How are you feeling?"

"Mom, you know I hate talking about this."

"Francesca, I know. But this is serious. Should we get you back on your meds?"

I fold a shirt than shove it in my drawer. "It was just one panic attack, ma."

"Francesca! Last time, it was one. That led to more, than more, than more. And then, a suicide attempt."

"Mom," I sighed, the tears in her eyes brought some to mine. I hug her. "Mommy, I'm okay. I promise you."

"I just don't want to lose you."

"You wont."

"But Francesca, we really should get you back on those meds."

"Whatever you want," I sigh.

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"So, what caused the attack?"

I described everything to the nurse as she wrote down every detail.

"Okay, when did the attacks, before this one, end?"

"About a year ago."

"And last time these occured it was because your boyfriend raped you, correct?"

I nod. "Correct."

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A/N: There's the secrect (I hope) you've been waiting for! I feel like it's too soon to be revealed, but whatever:)

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