She jogged slightly to reach the bathroom and began to check all the stall before stumbling on the last one. Sylvie was half hunched over the toilet with a few tears leaking out of her eyes and a distant look in her stare.
"Sylvie? Hun? Are you okay?" Dawson asked crouching down next to her friend brushing the hair away from her face. The young blonde flinched at the contact and made eye contact with Gabby for a split second before looking down again.
"Why don't you call in a sub for the day. I'm sure chief won't mind if your sick. And you can talk to me about anything." Gabby said removing her hand from her friends face.
"I'm fine" Sylvie muttered.
"Sylvie. I need you to be honest with me." Dawson firmly stated knowing the blond was not fine.
"I-i can't say" Sylvie stuttered her breathing beginning to become erratic.
"Hey hey hey. " gabby began wanting her friend to calm down. "Shhh. Just take a breath you don't have to tell—"
"Hello ladies. Didn't know we did bathroom parties here" Stella Kidd said waking into the bathroom. "Am i interrupting something here"
Sylvie just hugged her knees to her chest and tucked her face away almost embarrassed.
"Brett?" Stella asked almost shocked.
"I'm fine, everyone just go I'll be out in a minute" Sylvie muttered quietly the two women had to strain to here her.
"Are you sure?" Gabby asked "Mmhm" Sylvie hummed in response.
The two brunettes walked out of the bathroom and into the bunks shocked by what had just occurred.
"What- what just happened?" Stella asked confused about everything.
"I don't know. She seemed off today and Cruz said she woke up screaming last night, and so I asked her what was wrong in the ambo after our run and then Matt said she looked like she was going to cry. So I went to find her and she was puking. 5 minutes later you came In." Gabby summarized still confused. Stella opened her mouth to answer as Sylvie walked out of bathroom. Except the young blonde didn't stop.
She continued walking right into the bunks when she got a phone call. Jumping slightly Sylvie looked at the caller ID. "BLOCKED" Sylvie answered anyway and out the phone up to her ear.
"Sylvie Annemarie Brett" the voice on the other side of the phone whispered harshly. "I expect you to be a good girl. I don't need to come and visit. Right?"
"Right" the young blonde muttered terrified.
"That is not how you respond to your superiors!" The voice roared.
"Yes father." Sylvie said slightly louder this time.
"Good." The voice said. "You better hope i don't run into you. You will regret it." The line went dead and Sylvie could only sit on her bed and stare at the black screen. Terrifying thoughts wove themselves throughout the young women's head as she tried not to think about what her father had done to her.