Chapter 17
Later...
Riker POV
One, two, three...
Seven, eight, nine...
I angrily wiped away my tears, and looked at what I'd done to myself.
My legs were bleeding.
I'd told Rydel I had a stomachache, which was true, so she'd leave me alone in here. I didn't want to get caught doing this. They'll probably just make fun of me if they find out.
My legs stung where I'd made the cuts. But I cleaned them up pretty well, and changed into some nice soft pjs so my jeans wouldn't be rubbing on them harshly.
I left the bathroom when I was finished, and went to Rydel's room.
"How are you feeling?" Rydel asked.
"Sucky..."
She motioned for me to come over to her. So I sat down on her bed, and she hugged me.
"Riker, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... I just really don't feel well."
"How was school?"
"School was fine... I just don't really understand the lessons."
"Why not?"
"Because they're hard. And Hailey tries to help me, but I just don't get it."
"Well did you get your homework finished?"
"No..."
"Are you going to?"
"I don't know!" I said, bursting into tears.
"Riker, don't cry. It's just homework."
"I'm sorry! I just feel like I want to cry all the time!"
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Because why?"
"I feel so worthless!" I screamed.
I was shaking pretty violently in her arms now. I didn't know what was happening to me. But it felt like I was losing my control over myself. And I just can't take the stress anymore.
"Shhh. Come on. Calm down, Riker. Let's talk about this."
"I don't want to!" I screamed.
"Riker, come on."
I heard the door open. And mom came in.
I crawled into mom's arms instead.
"Come on, baby. Calm down. Everything is going to be alright," she said, softly.
I buried my face in her shoulder, and held onto her tight. She was rubbing my back, and telling me repeatedly to "shhh".
I eventually stopped crying, but I felt absolutely miserable inside.
"Do you want to talk about it, honey?"
"Please don't make me," I whispered.
"I won't if you don't want to. Why don't you come downstairs, and help me in the kitchen, ok?"
"Ok, mommy..."
She took my hand, and led me downstairs. I heard whispers from my other siblings as I walked by. Something about being "too sensitive".
"Riker, can you cut up some vegetables for dinner?"
I nodded. Mom gave me a cutting board, a plate of vegetables, and a knife.
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Stolen at Birth
FanfictionRiker Lynch gets stolen at birth. The man who took him hasn't been too kind. When the police finally catch him many years later and bring Riker to his real home, he doesn't adjust well to such a big crazy family. Will he ever learn to trust them?
