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Sports. I only own Tiffany and the 'man'. Nicole and Mya are Brock's
fiancee and daughter so I don't own them either.
Chapter 9
By the time Ryan and Brandi got there, any nervousness I had, had was gone. Ryan just picked me up in a huge bear hug when he saw me, and Brandi hugged me as we both started crying, neither one of us able to say much. Nicole and Mya arrived just as mom finished setting the table. "Brock, why didn't you tell me that Tiffany was coming back with you?" Nicole asked, when she saw me sitting in between Kyle and Ryan. "Well honey, there's something you need to know." Brock said, as he picked up Mya and started towards the rest of us. "Do you remember me telling you about my baby sister Tiffany?" Brock asked, sitting on the love seat. "Yeah, you said that she was kidnapped when she was seven, and after awhile the police had said that she was probably dead." Nicole answered back. "Well they were wrong. Now I know I said this before, but now it's changed a little bit. Tiffany, I'd like you to meet my fiancee Nicole. Nicole hon, I'd like you to meet my baby sister Tiffany." Brock finished. "Now Tiffany, here is the person you've been dying to meet all day. Tiff, this is your niece Mya Lynn." Brock said, handing her to me. "Brock, Nicole she is so beautiful. Luckily she looks like Nicole." I said, laughing as Brock pretended to be hurt. "Oh well. She just won't be able to date until she's 30." Brock replied, wrapping his arms around Nicole's waist.
That night, after everyone was asleep, I got up and went downstairs cause I couldn't sleep. With everything that's happened in the last few days, my mind was still working in overdrive. After a few minutes I heard someone walk into the living room. "T, honey. What are you doing up?" John asked, as he sat down beside me on the couch. "I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry if I woke you." I said, laying my head down on his shoulder. "That's okay. Did you have a nightmare again?" He asked, running his hand up and down my arm. "No. I was just thinking about my past, finding my family again, and I was thinking about us. "What about us?" John asked, with a little bit of worry in his voice. "Nothing bad honey. I was just thinking about everything we've been through, I mean I know it really hasn't been alot but you have really been there for me, aside from the secret thing." I said, leaning up to kiss him. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would give up my own life for you, Tiffany." John whispered in my ear. What neither of us knew was, Brock standing in the shadows watching us.
The next morning, I woke up with John's arms still around me. After I finally got untangled from him and a blanket I don't remember having, I walked into the kitchen and found Kyle, Brock, and Ryan, who all decided to stay the night, having breakfast. "Morning Tiff." Kyle mumbled, in between bites of his cereal. "Hey guys. Where's everyone else at?" I asked, as I got a bowl from the cupboard. "Well, dad's at work and mom had an appointment somewhere today." Ryan said. "Hey T-Bird. Brandi had to get back to school, but she wants you to come up this weekend if you can and hang out." Brock told me. "That sounds good. I'll call her later and let her know." I said, pouring myself some Cheerios. "Tiff, we want to know what happened to you. Brock told us you are having nightmares about your past." Kyle said, getting right to the point. When I looked at Brock he simply said, "I heard you and John talking last night. I didn't mean too, I was coming down to get Mya a bottle and you guys were talking." Brock said, almost apologetically. "Well, I don't want to talk about it." I said, hoping they would just drop it. "Tiffany, you need to talk about it." Ryan said, looking me dead in the eye. "No I don't. Why can't you guys understand that I don't want to talk about that man or anything he did." I yelled, getting up from the table. "Because Tiff, you can't keep it all bottled up inside. You have to let it out, I can tell it's tearing you up." Kyle said, grabbing my wrist, before I could leave the kitchen. "How do you know I haven't talked about it. Maybe I just don't want you three to know what I went through." I yelled, jerking my hand away from Kyle, as I started crying. "Come here T-Bird." Brock said gently, as he opened his arms to me. "Listen, we just love you that's all. We are only trying to protect you now because we couldn't then." Brock whispered, rubbing my back. "It's not that I don't want you to protect me, nobody can protect me from this. I was the only one who went through it, and even though you say you won't, you guys will hate me." "Tiff, no we won't. What happened to you was not your fault." Kyle yelled at me. "Kyle man, you don't have to yell at her." Ryan said. "Brock, please just let me go." I said, trying to leave his grip. "Tiffany..." Ryan started. When I heard him say my name, I finally just snapped. "Fine, you guys want to know everything." I yelled in between tears. It was then that I felt John walk up behind me. "You really want to know what happened for 12 years. I was beaten everyday for the first three, told that I was basically a waste of human life, but after the fun of beating me day after day was done, he decided he would have more fun and rape me instead. Is that what you wanted to hear? He would beat me and rape me and I couldn't do anything to stop him." I finished, as I ran out of the kitchen and into my mother's arms, forcing her to drop the bags she had.
"Sweetie. Why don't you go up to your room, while I talk to your brothers." My mom said, kissing my cheek gently. After I agreed, I heard my mom go into the kitchen to no doubt yell at my brothers.
"Would one of you boys like to tell me what in the hell just happened?" My mom asked, looking around. Brock and John just sat back to let Kyle and Ryan explain. Finally after a few minutes of everyone being quiet Ryan started first. "Well mom. Brock overheard John and Tiffany talking last night and he heard something about her having nightmares and he told Kyle and I this morning. We were just trying to get her to open up to us, honestly mom we wanted to help her." Ryan said. "Well didn't she tell you she doesn't want to talk about it?" Mom asked, glancing at Kyle. "Yeah she did, but you know we're a couple of overgrown Neanderthals." Kyle said, with a small laugh. "Mom, let me go talk to her." Brock said. "I'll go with you. She might not let you in." John said, following Brock out of the kitchen.
"Tiff honey. Can we come in?" I heard John ask from the other side of the door. "Yeah, I guess." I mumbled. I heard my door open, but I still didn't turn over to face him. "Hey munchkin, look at me." Brock said. When I still made no intention of looking, Brock physically turned me over to look at him. "Now little girl. I want to know where you get this bullshit idea that this is in anyway your fault? You were just seven years old when that bastard did what he did to you." When Brock said that, I could see a part of him break. "You had no power to stop him. I promise you this though, Kyle, Ryan, and I do not hate you. We were just wanting to help you. Now I know that Kyle and Ryan went a little too far with it but that's just them." Brock finished with a smile. "T, honey. Let your family and I help you. Otherwise you'll never begin to heal." John whispered, as he sat on the other side of me. "I know I should let you guys help me, but I'm scared. I just want to forget that part of my life." I said quietly, laying my head on Brock's chest. "Tiff. If you won't do it for us. Do it for the little girl that lost everything." John said, picking up my hand and kissing it. "Okay. Will you both help me?" "Of course we will." Brock answered.
A/N: Another chapter done. Let me know what you guys think. I can take any kind of criticism good or bad.
Chapter 9
By the time Ryan and Brandi got there, any nervousness I had, had was gone. Ryan just picked me up in a huge bear hug when he saw me, and Brandi hugged me as we both started crying, neither one of us able to say much. Nicole and Mya arrived just as mom finished setting the table. "Brock, why didn't you tell me that Tiffany was coming back with you?" Nicole asked, when she saw me sitting in between Kyle and Ryan. "Well honey, there's something you need to know." Brock said, as he picked up Mya and started towards the rest of us. "Do you remember me telling you about my baby sister Tiffany?" Brock asked, sitting on the love seat. "Yeah, you said that she was kidnapped when she was seven, and after awhile the police had said that she was probably dead." Nicole answered back. "Well they were wrong. Now I know I said this before, but now it's changed a little bit. Tiffany, I'd like you to meet my fiancee Nicole. Nicole hon, I'd like you to meet my baby sister Tiffany." Brock finished. "Now Tiffany, here is the person you've been dying to meet all day. Tiff, this is your niece Mya Lynn." Brock said, handing her to me. "Brock, Nicole she is so beautiful. Luckily she looks like Nicole." I said, laughing as Brock pretended to be hurt. "Oh well. She just won't be able to date until she's 30." Brock replied, wrapping his arms around Nicole's waist.
That night, after everyone was asleep, I got up and went downstairs cause I couldn't sleep. With everything that's happened in the last few days, my mind was still working in overdrive. After a few minutes I heard someone walk into the living room. "T, honey. What are you doing up?" John asked, as he sat down beside me on the couch. "I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry if I woke you." I said, laying my head down on his shoulder. "That's okay. Did you have a nightmare again?" He asked, running his hand up and down my arm. "No. I was just thinking about my past, finding my family again, and I was thinking about us. "What about us?" John asked, with a little bit of worry in his voice. "Nothing bad honey. I was just thinking about everything we've been through, I mean I know it really hasn't been alot but you have really been there for me, aside from the secret thing." I said, leaning up to kiss him. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would give up my own life for you, Tiffany." John whispered in my ear. What neither of us knew was, Brock standing in the shadows watching us.
The next morning, I woke up with John's arms still around me. After I finally got untangled from him and a blanket I don't remember having, I walked into the kitchen and found Kyle, Brock, and Ryan, who all decided to stay the night, having breakfast. "Morning Tiff." Kyle mumbled, in between bites of his cereal. "Hey guys. Where's everyone else at?" I asked, as I got a bowl from the cupboard. "Well, dad's at work and mom had an appointment somewhere today." Ryan said. "Hey T-Bird. Brandi had to get back to school, but she wants you to come up this weekend if you can and hang out." Brock told me. "That sounds good. I'll call her later and let her know." I said, pouring myself some Cheerios. "Tiff, we want to know what happened to you. Brock told us you are having nightmares about your past." Kyle said, getting right to the point. When I looked at Brock he simply said, "I heard you and John talking last night. I didn't mean too, I was coming down to get Mya a bottle and you guys were talking." Brock said, almost apologetically. "Well, I don't want to talk about it." I said, hoping they would just drop it. "Tiffany, you need to talk about it." Ryan said, looking me dead in the eye. "No I don't. Why can't you guys understand that I don't want to talk about that man or anything he did." I yelled, getting up from the table. "Because Tiff, you can't keep it all bottled up inside. You have to let it out, I can tell it's tearing you up." Kyle said, grabbing my wrist, before I could leave the kitchen. "How do you know I haven't talked about it. Maybe I just don't want you three to know what I went through." I yelled, jerking my hand away from Kyle, as I started crying. "Come here T-Bird." Brock said gently, as he opened his arms to me. "Listen, we just love you that's all. We are only trying to protect you now because we couldn't then." Brock whispered, rubbing my back. "It's not that I don't want you to protect me, nobody can protect me from this. I was the only one who went through it, and even though you say you won't, you guys will hate me." "Tiff, no we won't. What happened to you was not your fault." Kyle yelled at me. "Kyle man, you don't have to yell at her." Ryan said. "Brock, please just let me go." I said, trying to leave his grip. "Tiffany..." Ryan started. When I heard him say my name, I finally just snapped. "Fine, you guys want to know everything." I yelled in between tears. It was then that I felt John walk up behind me. "You really want to know what happened for 12 years. I was beaten everyday for the first three, told that I was basically a waste of human life, but after the fun of beating me day after day was done, he decided he would have more fun and rape me instead. Is that what you wanted to hear? He would beat me and rape me and I couldn't do anything to stop him." I finished, as I ran out of the kitchen and into my mother's arms, forcing her to drop the bags she had.
"Sweetie. Why don't you go up to your room, while I talk to your brothers." My mom said, kissing my cheek gently. After I agreed, I heard my mom go into the kitchen to no doubt yell at my brothers.
"Would one of you boys like to tell me what in the hell just happened?" My mom asked, looking around. Brock and John just sat back to let Kyle and Ryan explain. Finally after a few minutes of everyone being quiet Ryan started first. "Well mom. Brock overheard John and Tiffany talking last night and he heard something about her having nightmares and he told Kyle and I this morning. We were just trying to get her to open up to us, honestly mom we wanted to help her." Ryan said. "Well didn't she tell you she doesn't want to talk about it?" Mom asked, glancing at Kyle. "Yeah she did, but you know we're a couple of overgrown Neanderthals." Kyle said, with a small laugh. "Mom, let me go talk to her." Brock said. "I'll go with you. She might not let you in." John said, following Brock out of the kitchen.
"Tiff honey. Can we come in?" I heard John ask from the other side of the door. "Yeah, I guess." I mumbled. I heard my door open, but I still didn't turn over to face him. "Hey munchkin, look at me." Brock said. When I still made no intention of looking, Brock physically turned me over to look at him. "Now little girl. I want to know where you get this bullshit idea that this is in anyway your fault? You were just seven years old when that bastard did what he did to you." When Brock said that, I could see a part of him break. "You had no power to stop him. I promise you this though, Kyle, Ryan, and I do not hate you. We were just wanting to help you. Now I know that Kyle and Ryan went a little too far with it but that's just them." Brock finished with a smile. "T, honey. Let your family and I help you. Otherwise you'll never begin to heal." John whispered, as he sat on the other side of me. "I know I should let you guys help me, but I'm scared. I just want to forget that part of my life." I said quietly, laying my head on Brock's chest. "Tiff. If you won't do it for us. Do it for the little girl that lost everything." John said, picking up my hand and kissing it. "Okay. Will you both help me?" "Of course we will." Brock answered.
A/N: Another chapter done. Let me know what you guys think. I can take any kind of criticism good or bad.