forum Heal This Broken Heart [Private // Closed]

Started December 12, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Sure
Or should we skip to another day, since Seb will just be going home?)

(Oh makes sense
It’s up to you, if you want to skip further before she opens up a little, I’m fine with that too)

(No, she wanted to tell him, which was one reason she invited him to come with to pick Layla up, but her mother ruined it for her a little.
How far should we skip? Another week to two?)

(Oh sorry

Yeah sure, maybe he’s over at her house after a date/she’s over at his?)

Yeah sure! not it)

(rude… Lol.
Okay, sure.)

Devon held back a yawn as she curled her legs up into the couch beside her. It had been a rather long day, but she was having fun with Sebastian as they sat in his apartment after their date.

She had decided to tell him more about herself, and now she was just waiting for the right time to do so. And it was pretty hard… She didn’t want to ruin the easy atmosphere they had right now.

(Sorry)

Sebastian smiled up at her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Layla’s forehead. He ruffled the hair of the little girl, who was seated in his lap, tilting his head slightly. “You look like you want to say something, Dev. What’s up?”

(I was just joking, don’t worry. :)

Devon sighed and gave a small shrug before turning to look at him. “Do you want to hear more about me and Layla?” she asked softly, a little nervous about it.

(oh lol sorry, I'm worse at picking up jokes online than I am in real life, which is really saying something)

Sebastian nodded calmly, his expression softening at her words. "I'd love to hear whatever you want to tell me," he answered soothingly, continuing to bounce the little girl up and down on his knee.

(Lol. Sorry. I should have made it more clear.)

Devon nodded slowly and thought back to what happened.

“I had just turned seventeen a few days prior to this. I was on my way home from a drama practice later one evening, and it had gone late, so I thought I might take a shortcut,” she started to explain before telling Sebastian about that night and everything that happened afterwards.

(my bad, dw about it)

Sebastian's whole body tensed slightly in anticipation of what she was going to say next— he knew how this was going to end. But he stayed silent, eyes trained on her.

“I went through a few alleys without much trouble, but in one of them was a man hiding in the shadows. He must have been watching me as I passed because as soon as I had walked by him, he grabbed me, and—“ Devon stopped suddenly, the memory so painful it was hard to say. Her eyes had widened as if she was really back to that night, her blood pumping from utter terror. “The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, alone and bleeding. My jeans were torn, scratches were raked down my sides, and there was a bump growing on my head from where he hit my head against the wall, which must have knocked me unconscious…”

She took a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes. Her hands were shaking like they did whenever someone was hitting on her, and her breathing had quickened. After another few deep breaths, she could breathe normally again.

Although this was what he’d been expecting, Sebastian’s eyes widened in horror, filling with sympathy. “Oh god….” he breathed, reaching out to comfort her but quickly pulling back once he realized what a bad idea that was. “I’m so sorry… I’m so, so sorry…”

The sight of Devon like this, her hands trembling, eyes alight with fear, filled him with both rage and sorrow about what had been done to her.

(Poor Devon….)

(Sorry…😭)

Devon shook her head and cleared herself of the memories. She opened her eyes slowly, still trembling, and turned to face him again.

“I’m okay, now. Don’t worry. You… You’ve actually helped me with it a lot,” she said softly, giving him a small, wavering smile. She frowned suddenly and looked away again, remembering more.

“My parents were distraught… The doctors said I had a low chance of pregnancy, and they even gave me some pills to take. I refused, though. If I got pregnant, I was keeping the baby. No one could convince me otherwise. Not my parents, not my best friend, not even my boyfriend. No one could get me to take the pills.

“And then I started getting morning sickness a few weeks later. My parents took me back to the doctors, where I found out that I was carrying a child. Again, my parents were devastated. They couldn’t have a pregnant teenage daughter in their house. Think of what it could do to their reputation!” Devon scoffed and shook her head. “There were options, though. It wasn’t too late to take a different pill and get it all over with. But again I refused, much to my parents dismay…

“After my first trimester, they tried again. They took me to the doctors, where they told me that there was still a way to get rid of the baby. After all, it was nothing but a fetus, right? Nothing like a true human being yet. But, no. It was still my baby. And only I would decide its fate.

“Realizing that they couldn’t sway me, my parents started to look for homes for my child. Without consulting me. They looked for a few adoptive parents, but I still wasn’t going to let my baby go. They told me that I couldn’t live with them if I refused to give it up, and I was horrified. How could they do this to me?

“And then my friend offered me a place to stay, so I packed my bags and moved into her apartment with her. She helped me through the rest of my pregnancy and high school until Layla was finally born in January. And I couldn’t have been prouder of myself and what I created inside of me,” her voice softened as she got to this part of her story, and she looked over at her miracle as she finished.

(I’m sobbing oh my god)

It was as if her story had robbed Sebastian of all his words. He just sat there, eyes watering slightly, as he listened to the horrors she’d been through.

Finally, he remembered how to speak. “That’s horrible… Devon, I’m so sorry. But I’m glad you decided to tell me— you know I’m always here for you, right?”

Devin nodded slowly, unwilling to tear her gaze from her daughter lest the tears in her eyes spill.

“I know, Seb… Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tight.

(He should hug her. She totally needs a hug, and she might flinch at first, but she would still like it. He wouldn’t even have to ask.)

(Alright :)

Sebastian couldn’t stand it any longer, watching her eyes fill with tears, with pain…. His heart felt like it was about to burst.

He shifted closer to her on the couch and reached over to give her a loose, soothing hug, with more than enough room to pull away.

Devon started at the touch, freezing up for a moment. She looked up at him before leaning closer and burying her face in his shoulder.

He was so understanding, so caring… He obviously knew that she might not be comfortable with the touch, but at this point she just needed comfort. And he gave it to her the best out of anyone she knew these days.

Seeing that she was fine with the contact, Sebastian hugged her a little tighter, though he still held her with the utmost care.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he kept murmuring into her hair, not realizing that his eyes were also brimming with tears.

Devon choked back her pained sobs and just let herself relax into his embrace. She slowly moved her arms from her side to wrap them around him, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her afloat in a raging storm. Right now, he and Layla were her lifelines, the things keeping her from drowning in her memories, in her pain, in her heartache…

“It’s okay to cry….” he whispered, stroking her hair as gently as he could. “I’m right here…”