I Will Fix You


After tragedy strikes, Rose is left picking up the pieces on her own. That is until she bumps into a certain someone along the way. As they grow close, Rose finds out some interesting news. Will he stay for the drama of it all, or will she have to survive through it alone?


6. 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.



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