Chapter Three-I Can Help You

"How long have you been holdin' this all in?" Reba asked as she pulled Kyra's hair out of her face.

"Since it happened... just before I left." Kyra pulled out of her mother's embrace and laid down on the bed. She felt tired; but didn't want to be alone. She sat back up.

"Oh Kyra," Reba shook her head sadly, "It helps to talk about what you're goin' through... that's part of the whole grieving process."

"I know, but I just couldn't. Mom, he meant the world to me... and then, he's gone. Just like that. I didn't even get to say goodbye..."

"I can't imagine what you're goin' through, Kyra; but I want you to know that I'm here for you, anytime you need me. Y'hear?" Reba paused and Kyra nodded her head in agreement.

"I don't care if it's 3am, don't go through this alone."

Kyra nodded again as fresh tears welled in her eyes. Reba wrapped her arms around her and held on tight as the tears slipped heatedly down Kyra's cheeks. She wanted so much for this hug to just take all the pain Kyra was feeling away; but she knew it was going to be a long process. Losing someone is hard; but losing someone you loved more than life itself is even harder.

"I loved how if I had a rough day or something, no matter what he was doing or how he felt, he'd drop everything just to make me feel better. Even if he had the worse day of his life, his feelings didn't matter. All he cared about was trying to cheer me up." Kyra paused and thought about it for a moment. "And I couldn't even do that for him."

"Don't do that. I think, deep down he knew how you felt."

"Then why does it still hurt like this?" Kyra choked out those last few words.

"Love's a complicated thing... and you can't just take away what you felt about him. That hurt will stay with you for a while, but it does get easier..."

"Mom, I'm kinda tired," Kyra started and Reba got up and started making her way toward the door.

"Ok, I'ma get outta here and let you get..."

"Mom?" Kyra interrupted. "Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Yeah honey, of course."

Kyra smiled for the first time in about a week. Then, she slipped underneath the covers and Reba sat down beside her on the bed. "Don't think about it anymore tonight. Just get some sleep."

Reba stroked her daughters hair until her eyes fluttered closed. She pulled the blanket up around her shoulders and gently caressed her tear-stained face. "God, please help my baby through this." She prayed, then kissed Kyra on the forehead and left the room.

"So, what's up with Kyra?" Brock asked as Reba came down the stairs into the living room. Barbra Jean was sitting next to Brock on the couch, eagerly waiting for Reba's answer.

"She's sufferin' from a broken heart... and there is nothin' I can do to help her." Reba took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice relaxed and even. What Kyra was going through was killing her inside.

"She won't let you help her?" Barbra Jean asked.

"No... it's not that she won't let me, it's that I can't. When you lose someone who is that close to you; you're inconsolable. She's in so much pain, Brock and there's nothin' I can say that will take her pain away right now."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Who did she lose?" Brock was a little shocked at what little detail Reba was giving him. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on the couch.

"She met a boy up at school..."

"Oh great." Brock interrupted. "Here we go again."

"Will you let me finish?" Reba slapped him slightly on the arm. He nodded.

"They started talkin' and eventually Kyra fell in love with him but never told him how she felt."

"So what's the problem?" Brock was being ignorant and Reba knew it.

"He killed himself, Brock" She scowled.

"Oh." Brock's words were caught in his throat; he didn't know what else to say.

"An' now she feels guilty for not tellin' him how she felt."

"Oh, my little pookie bear." Barbra Jean said as she started to run up the stairs.

"Barbra Jean!" Reba protested, "She's sleepin' right now. I doubt she'll be too happy if you go up there an' wake her up."

Barbra Jean came back down the stairs and sat on the other side of Brock on the couch. The three parents just sat there trying to think of what to do next to try and help Kyra. What do you say to someone who has had something terrible happen to them? All they could do know was just be there for her whenever she needed them.

"Now what?" Brock asked out of nowhere.

"I don't know..." Reba sighed.

TBC

A/N: If anybody has any suggestion for me for the next chapter I'd gladly embrace the help. I have no idea where I'm taking this story and no idea when I'm gonna write the next chapter. Things have been a little crazy at work and now I'm stressed. So if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to e-mail me with your suggestions.