I Will Fix You

Poor Rose

It was my brother, Antonio. I haven't seen him in, like, forever. I was so happy he's here.

"Tony!!!" I yelled. I ran over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Hey, Rose. Long time no see," he replied while releasing the hug. We smiled at each other and sat on the couch.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked. His expression instantly went from happy to sympathetic.

"When you went missing, Mom told me, but I couldn't leave school. Then a few weeks ago she told me that you came back. Summer break started two days ago, so I headed back home, but couldn't make it 'until today," he explained.

I nodded my head then asked, "Did Mom tell you anything about why I was gone?" He shook his head.

"Nope. She said that she'll let you tell me. Care to explain what happened?" he asked.

I told him everything. By everything, I mean everything. When I got to the part about being abused, his jaw clenched and his hands formed into a fist. I gave him a reassuring smile, although I felt as if I was about to cry.

When I told him about being raped, I couldn't fight back the tears. They flew freely down my cheeks. Tony pulled me into a hug and whispered soothing things in my ear. He said things like, "It's ok now" and "We'll get through this" and other things of that nature.

I finally calmed down and felt relieved that I told him. Then I felt sick like I have been. I ran to the downstairs bathroom and threw up what I had this morning. I felt someone hold my hair. I soon realized that it was only my brother.

When I finished cleaning myself up, we headed back to the couch. My brother gave me a worried look.

"What?" I asked.

"How long have you been getting sick for?" he asked. I was confused as to where he was going with this.

"About a week. Why?" I asked. The look on his face went from worried to sad.

"Do you think you might be... you know?" he asked.

I thought about it for a while. It would explain the sickness I've been having. I looked at the calendar on the wall and realized that I was late. I looked back at my brother with a new set of tears in my eyes and nodded.

He pulled me into another hug and said, "Poor Rose. It's gonna be okay." He held me in his arms until I cried myself to sleep.

A/N

Hello Lovelys. I'm back from camp. Sorry if this was a sucky chapter. This was prewritten along with the other chapters. I have one more prewritten chapter, and I will post it when I get back from Illinois. That would be Sunday. 

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