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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:29:20 GMT -5
"What am I going to do..."
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 20:32:22 GMT -5
Abby
"I..." I didnt know.... "We're going to get them help." I said and at that moment i made up my mind that I would make sure they got help.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:39:58 GMT -5
"How? My mom won't do anything about it...She keeps thinking he'll get over it. But he never will."
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 20:43:09 GMT -5
Abby
"Im not sure but we will." i said softly but surely.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:43:37 GMT -5
I looked back to my lap. "Lets hope so."
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 20:47:39 GMT -5
Abby
I rubbed his back. "We will."
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:49:03 GMT -5
I let out a sigh thinking of my sisters and brother. I felt so bad for them..I felt useless.
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 20:50:29 GMT -5
Abby
"I wish they could all just be here." i mummbled mostly to myself.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:55:12 GMT -5
I nodded.
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 20:56:25 GMT -5
Abby
I sighed. I felt so bad for him.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 20:58:31 GMT -5
"Maybe I should've just stayed home..." I paused. "Maybe I should go back..." I said quietly.
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 21:01:47 GMT -5
Abby
I looked at him in disbilief. I held back a tear. "Austin, You know it would be worse if you went back." I said quietly. I looked away.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 21:02:46 GMT -5
"Maybe for me, psychically. But at least I could defend them and keep them safe.." I said quietly, before looking at her. She looked upset.
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Post by Tori on Apr 15, 2012 21:09:20 GMT -5
Abby
I nodded. I understood what he meant but I didtn want to see him get hurt and i didnt want him to leave. i knew that seemed selfish and i didnt want to be but i didnt want to lose him.
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Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 21:10:30 GMT -5
I let out a sigh. "Don't worry, Abby, Im not leaving," I said, sort of in a bummed voice. My mom would never let me come home after 'everything Ive been through.'
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