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think a lot of it comes from not being able to communicate the same as others, being misunderstood and the struggle that comes with handling the day to day issues we have, but I’m not a doctor so it’s all just a guess.
It’s definitely what I think Isaac’s issue might be and right now, the last thing he needs to do is get angry. I know what that leads to, autistic or not and he’s better than that.
“Randy, she’s a quiet one. We could definitely have fun with that.”
“Is that true, Isabelle? Are you only loud in private?”
His words, they’re getting to me and I hate it. They remind me of Dillon. The day he cornered me in the hallway and asked if I was giving it up to Kayden in the backseat of his car. Dillon may have changed, but the memory hasn’t and reacting, I shiver and both guys laugh.
“What does he have that we don’t? I mean at least with us, we’d show you a good time and talk to you.” Bryan says as he grabs onto my free arm.
Before I can react, pull out of the hold, the tightness around my hand that signaled Isaac was connected to me is gone and I’m being pushed backward as he moves forward. His arm swinging out until it connects with Bryan’s body.
Isaac is shaking and it scares me. I’ve been around fighting before, but not like this.
Watching as Randy moves forward, about to go after Isaac himself, I grab my friends hand and pull him back. This has already gone too far. I’m not letting it get worse. I just want to get out of here before Isaac isn’t the only one melting down.
“Isaac, we need to go.”
He moves with me, but not before I catch his eyes. Gone is the flash of rage and in its place is something so familiar that it makes my stomach turn. His eyes are glossy. I was right about him from the start. He is like me, and he’s about to prove it even more by letting the tears fall. The one thing I won’t let him do in front of these jerks.
Isaac’s not just mute. He’s autistic and right now, I’m all he’s got.
~*~*~
Two days have gone by and I’m still affected by it. Thinking about it makes me shake the same way Isaac did that day and it takes shutting my eyes tightly, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest as I breathe in and out to stop it.
I knew college wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. I thought that I was safe. That Isaac would be safe too.
I can’t believe what an idiot I was.
The only bright spot in the whole week is everything I managed to learn about the boy I’ve been trying so hard to help. It sounds funny calling him a boy, but where I might look at the world through childlike glasses, seeing it in a much simpler way, so does he.
Focusing on him the way I have been, it’s made me focus less on my own fears being here and being separated from the one person that kept me protected and safe. In a way, other than the incident on Wednesday, helping Isaac has made me stronger. More like Kayden.
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, I pull my bag around until I reach the zipper and opening it, pull out the paper filled with his words. The ones where he opened up to me and told me about himself. I need them right now. They’ll help settle the unease I’m experiencing.
Seeing the good I’m doing, it will make everything right again. It’s something that has to happen before Kayden comes home in a few hours. I’m not sure how I feel about him seeing me like this, especially w ith how much he worries. He deserves to have one weekend home where my diagnosis and the way it manifests itself isn’t his top concern.
I’m also afraid that if he learns what happened, he’s going to tell me to stop helping Isaac. The one thing I don’t think I can do because it’s helping me just as much as it is him.
I’ve been in private school my entire life. My parents never wanted to home school me even though I begged them to. I ended up at Millbridge Academy with those guys you like to call
It’s definitely what I think Isaac’s issue might be and right now, the last thing he needs to do is get angry. I know what that leads to, autistic or not and he’s better than that.
“Randy, she’s a quiet one. We could definitely have fun with that.”
“Is that true, Isabelle? Are you only loud in private?”
His words, they’re getting to me and I hate it. They remind me of Dillon. The day he cornered me in the hallway and asked if I was giving it up to Kayden in the backseat of his car. Dillon may have changed, but the memory hasn’t and reacting, I shiver and both guys laugh.
“What does he have that we don’t? I mean at least with us, we’d show you a good time and talk to you.” Bryan says as he grabs onto my free arm.
Before I can react, pull out of the hold, the tightness around my hand that signaled Isaac was connected to me is gone and I’m being pushed backward as he moves forward. His arm swinging out until it connects with Bryan’s body.
Isaac is shaking and it scares me. I’ve been around fighting before, but not like this.
Watching as Randy moves forward, about to go after Isaac himself, I grab my friends hand and pull him back. This has already gone too far. I’m not letting it get worse. I just want to get out of here before Isaac isn’t the only one melting down.
“Isaac, we need to go.”
He moves with me, but not before I catch his eyes. Gone is the flash of rage and in its place is something so familiar that it makes my stomach turn. His eyes are glossy. I was right about him from the start. He is like me, and he’s about to prove it even more by letting the tears fall. The one thing I won’t let him do in front of these jerks.
Isaac’s not just mute. He’s autistic and right now, I’m all he’s got.
~*~*~
Two days have gone by and I’m still affected by it. Thinking about it makes me shake the same way Isaac did that day and it takes shutting my eyes tightly, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest as I breathe in and out to stop it.
I knew college wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. I thought that I was safe. That Isaac would be safe too.
I can’t believe what an idiot I was.
The only bright spot in the whole week is everything I managed to learn about the boy I’ve been trying so hard to help. It sounds funny calling him a boy, but where I might look at the world through childlike glasses, seeing it in a much simpler way, so does he.
Focusing on him the way I have been, it’s made me focus less on my own fears being here and being separated from the one person that kept me protected and safe. In a way, other than the incident on Wednesday, helping Isaac has made me stronger. More like Kayden.
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, I pull my bag around until I reach the zipper and opening it, pull out the paper filled with his words. The ones where he opened up to me and told me about himself. I need them right now. They’ll help settle the unease I’m experiencing.
Seeing the good I’m doing, it will make everything right again. It’s something that has to happen before Kayden comes home in a few hours. I’m not sure how I feel about him seeing me like this, especially w ith how much he worries. He deserves to have one weekend home where my diagnosis and the way it manifests itself isn’t his top concern.
I’m also afraid that if he learns what happened, he’s going to tell me to stop helping Isaac. The one thing I don’t think I can do because it’s helping me just as much as it is him.
I’ve been in private school my entire life. My parents never wanted to home school me even though I begged them to. I ended up at Millbridge Academy with those guys you like to call
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