Chapter Two-What's Wrong?

Several days had passed and still Kyra hadn't said a word. Every time someone would ask her what was wrong, she'd immediately change the subject or just take off and go somewhere else. In her mind, it was still all too painful to talk about.

Kyra would still come to her mother's house every night and sleep on the couch; only this time she'd get up before everyone woke up and go back home, sneaking back into her own house and pretending to be asleep.

Reba worried greatly for her daughter, but her patience was wearing thin. It hurt Reba that her daughter seemed to be hurting so badly and wouldn't let anyone, especially her mom, help her. She wanted to just make her daughter's pain go away.

"Grandma, will you please play this game with me?" Elizabeth's little voice floated up behind Reba as she sat at the dining room table doing some paperwork. Reba looked down at Elizabeth, who held Candyland in her tiny hands.

"Of course I will, darlin'." She smiled.

"Yay!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she climbed up into the chair next to her grandma.

"Mommy says I go first," she demanded as she pulled out the board and gathered up all of the cards.

"Ok then go ahead, you start."

Elizabeth turned over the first card, which had the picture of the ice cream cone. A huge smile came to her lips.

"Aww you got the ice cream already!" Reba mock whined.

Elizabeth giggled. They took turns turning over cards, moving their game pieces along the board. They were both so focused on the game that neither of them noticed Kyra had walked in. She stood just in front of the couch; in that little space in between the table and the couch.

"Mom...?" She half-whispered.

Reba looked over in her direction, surprised. "Oh hey sweetie, I didn't notice you walk in. What's up?"

Kyra stood there, hesitating for a moment. She wanted to say something; but was too afraid. "Never mind," She muttered and walked out the door just as Jake was coming down the stairs.

"Jake, I need you to do me a favour." Reba said as she got up from the table.

"What?"

"Keep an eye on Elizabeth for me. I need to go talk to your sister."

"Ok, Uncle Jakey, you can take over Grandma's place. She was right here on the candy cane." Elizabeth informed.

Reba left them alone and walked over to her ex-husbands house, trying to think of what to say to her daughter. She didn't want her to blow up like last time, she just wanted to help her let go.

She approached the front door and knocked on the hard wood. It took a few minutes, but finally someone came to the door.

"Hey Brock, I'm here to see Kyra." She implied.

"I don't think she wants to see anyone. She looked pretty upset when she came home... I asked her what was wrong and she did what she always does. She ignored me."

"I don't care," Reba protested, "my little girl is distraught and I'm gonna find out what the problem is."

Brock moved out of the way; he knew that when Reba was determined and had her mind set on something; she was going to follow through with it. There was no talking her out of it.

When Reba reached Kyra's bedroom door, she knocked softly before entering. Kyra was sitting on her bed with her knees pressed to her chest and her head resting on her knees.

"Hey," Reba started, softly. Although she was eager to find out what was going on, she also didn't want to put her on the defensive side either. Again.

"Hi." Kyra replied, shortly.

Reba moved closer to the bed, sat down by Kyra's feet and lightly tickled her arm. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, Kyra. You'll feel alot better once you let it all out."

"Mom..." Kyra started, but had to stop. She kept going over and over in her head what she wanted to say, but couldn't get the words out past the lump in her throat.

"I'm trying so hard to say this, but it just hurts...so...bad."

"What hurts?" Reba's heart was breaking at the emotion in her daughters voice and the tears glistening in her eyes.

Kyra waited a few minutes, then cleared her throat. She was finally ready.

"When I was away at school, I met this guy. We started talking and eventually we became really good friends..." She paused, looking for some reassurance from her mother. Reba nodded.

"Well, I decided that since he was quite older than me that we would just stay really good friends. He agreed. But Mom, after a while, I fell for him. Hard. But I never told him how I felt."

"Why?"

"Because I wasn't really sure of what I was feeling and usually people just say 'oh, you're too young to know what love is.' I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't wait to talk to him when we were apart."

"That sounds like love to me..."

"Yeah," Kyra interrupted, "then one day I got a phone call, from his mom."

Kyra lowered her head and tried to stop the flood of emotions trying to choke her. Reba moved her hand and grabbed just underneath Kyra's elbow. That gave Kyra the courage to pick her head up. Then she finally let out what she had been trying to say all along...

"He killed himself, Mom."

Reba immediately wrapped her arms around her sobbing daughter. This was the first time since it happened that Kyra allowed herself to grieve. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

"I look back now and I think, maybe if I would've told him how I felt about him, maybe things would be different right now."

"Listen, I know you feel guilty, but you can't blame yourself. You have to believe he's in a better place now and forgive him... or else it's gonna eat you up."

Kyra let out a shaky breath. "It just hurts so bad, Mom."

"I know, baby." Reba said as she pulled Kyra closer.

TBC...

A/N: Please be patient with me... this fic is based on a personal event so it's taking longer than I expected to write. I hope you're still enjoying it.