@Fraust
"It's okay, Mel. It wouldn't be your fault. We can just report them to the principal and maybe they'll even get expelled."
"It's okay, Mel. It wouldn't be your fault. We can just report them to the principal and maybe they'll even get expelled."
"B-But we don't have any proof. Psychological damage doesn't count, because it can't be proven." Melissa insisted, looking up at him.
"Haven't they hit you? Or tried to? And besides, you're hurting yourself because of them. That should count."
"How can you prove that, though?" Melissa asked weakly. "She… she could just deny any form of evidence we had. It's not like we have any physical proof."
"Well, it can't hurt to at least try, Mel. We can't let this keep happening." Lucas sighed.
"But we don't have anything to stop… it…" Melissa trailed off, seeming to get lost in thought momentarily.
"What do you suggest we do about it then, Mel?" Lucas asked softly.
Melissa didn't respond, slowly sitting up in place. Getting off the couch she briskly walked into the kitchen, starting to rifle through her bag in attempt to find something.
"Mel?" Lucas watched Melissa from the couch, confused and worried. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"M'looking… for something." Melissa mumbled, incredibly distracted. Unzipping one of the pockets, she pulled out a stack of papers and dropped them on the table. Rifling through the papers, she grabbed a small stack and looked over to him. "You- you're probably gonna be mad at me for keeping these, but um- we might have evidence…"
"What are they?" Lucas asked tentatively, heading over to the table so he could look at the table. "Why would I be upset with you?"
"I- um…" Melissa dropped the stack of notes in front of him, hugging herself. "Notes… notes from them. I- I've kinda kept them since this all started…"
Lucas picked up a couple of notes and read through them. "Melissa, these… these are horrible. Why didn't you tell me this was happening?" He asked softly. "I could've helped."
"B-Because I was scared, Lucas." Melissa whispered, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. "I- I didn't tell anybody. And… and you had enough going on, I wasn't ready to pull you into this disaster."
Lucas sighed softly as he read through the notes. "You should have told someone. If not me, then your father, or the principal, or anyone who could do something about it…"
“But… but I was scared.” Melissa repeated, hugging herself tighter. “I- I was scared no one would listen… or care.”
Lucas sighed softly and kissed Melissa. "You know I care about you, Mel. I would have cared."
Melissa grew quiet, burying her face in his chest. “I… I didn’t know that, though… I kinda forgot I could tell you when… I- yeah..”
"Think of it this way, love… when my dad was hurting me, you wish I would've told you sooner so you could've helped, right?"
Melissa looked up, nodding weakly. “Y-Yeah…” She mumbled, having a hunch where he was going with it.
"That's how I feel… I was worried that people wouldn't believe me if I told them about my dad, or that he'd be angry and get worse. But honestly, I should have told you when it started, and that would've saved me years of pain."
"Right… I- um, are… are you upset with me?" Melissa asked softly, looking down at the floor. She kicked the ground some, still fiddling with her hands.
"No, I'm not upset with you, Mel. I just… I wish you would have told me." Lucas sighed softly. "I'm upset, but not with you."
Melissa sighed weakly, hesitantly leaning forward for a hug. "I- I'm sorry… I- I should have told you, but… but you understand why I didn't." She mumbled.
"I know, I know…" Lucas pulled Melissa close and sighed again. "And you know I love you… we just need to get you some help."
"R-right…" Melissa whispered some, nuzzling up against him. "I'm sorry… I- I've only been difficult since the moment we woke up…"
"Don't worry about it, Mel. I'm difficult all the time." Lucas laughed weakly.
“Mm- but… but I’m not usually.” Melissa mumbled, nuzzling up against him. “Can you hold me..?”
"Sure, Mel…" Lucas pulled Melissa closer and rested his head against hers, sighing softly to himself.
Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck, curling up even closer. “M’sorry…”
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