"Honey" Stella whispered louder than the average whisper, "please wake up. Gabby's food is ready and i know your hungry for it."
Sylvie's eyes fluttered opened and she immediately sat up rubbing her eyes. She really didn't feel hungry for the food but knew she should eat something.
Sylvie managed to sit down and eat close to half of the meal before she began to feel sick.
"Stella…." She moaned before clasping her hand over her mouth.
Gabby pushed the small empty garbage can under her friends mouth right before she got sick. After vomiting for about a minute, then dry heaved for another. When she took her head out of the garbage she noticed a glass of water in front of her being held by Stella. Sylvie also recognized the feeling of Gabby's hand on her back.
"Babe. Do you need to see a doctor?" Gabby asked quietly.
"No. No, I'm okay. Im sorry Gabs. I didn't- I liked your food. It was good. I swear, I didn't mean to be sick. It was an accident." Sylvie rushed out in one breathe.
"Hey. I don't care. About you being sick or the food. You ate a lot of it. Thats good." Gabby reassured.
"You sure?" Sylvie sniffed.
" Positive."
"Um. Sylv, do you think you can tell us why you had a panic attack before?" Stella asked.
"Uhm. Yes" Sylvie answered quietly. "But please. You- you cant judge me. I don't want you to look at me differently."
"No one will ever look at you differently. No matter what it is." Stella answered with a serious look on her face.
"Uhm, so you know I was adopted. But it wasn't when I was born. My mom died during child birth. And my dad had resented me for it my whole life. He had raised me but when I turned five, he changed. He became more violent, more- more agitated. He began to touch me." Sylvie began crying a little bit. "He would force himself on me every night touching my top and bottom. I didn't know what to do. I was only five. So I didn't do anything. Until one night I told him no. I was tired and I had wanted to go to bed. He hit me in the face leaving a bruise and split my lip. My teacher noticed and called the cops, and I got adopted a few months later. He called me the other night. He found my phone number. How I don't know. But the nightmares have been worse and I feel terrible because I can't even look at Joe and Otis without feeling like they are going to touch me or hit me."
By this point Sylvie was sobbing. Having a hard time catching her breathe.
"Sylvie just take a deep breathe okay. You can breathe. No one will look at you differently okay? Just. Breathe in for three and out for four." Gabby coached.
It took three minutes for Sylvie to calm down but by the time she did, she was nearly asleep, leaning on Stella and Gabby.
"Fall asleep sweets. We'll be here when you wake up." Gabby whispered running her hand through the blondes hair.
Once Sylvie fell asleep Gabby and Stella began talking.
"She's gonna need to see someone. Maybe Dr.Reese?" Gabby said.
"I'm not sure she would like talking to someone but Reese might be the best option." Stella agreed.
"She's never told anyone about any of this and has been bottling it up." Gabby whispered brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Why don't we get some rest then see about everything in the morning?" Stella asked.
"Sounds good hun" Gabby mumbled.
Stella laughed quietly at the Latina who was practically asleep already and closed her eyes herself.
An: thank you guys for all the support. I'm already working on the next chapter. Hope you all have a happy and healthy holiday season and a happy new year
An update: i tried uploading 12/23/18 and i just realized that it never uploaded. I'm so so sorry.