F I G H T // S T E V E R O G E R S

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E z r a

The sound of my alarm pulled me from my sleep, groaning I turn it off and peel the covers off my warm body. The cold breeze hitting my legs from the open window.

Heading to the bathroom I turn on the shower and brush my teeth. Stepping into the shower the warm water hits my body and goosebumps appear.

The banging headache from last nights bottle of whisky was evident. Making me screw my eyes shut.

Pulling myself out of the shower I head to the bedroom grabbing some jeans and a tee.

Today was 3 years since my mother passed away. I have a therapy session with Linda. One I would much rather not be at than at.

She has this thing with note taking. If you don't talk she writes. It's very passive aggressive.

Slipping on some worn out converse I head for the door making sure to lock it. Although in the neighbourhood I live in locking your door won't stop people from making their way into your apartment.

The crunch from the snow below my feet makes me pull my coat around my body even more.

The cold nipping at my cheeks, the headache only getting worse.

"Single to broad street please" handing over money to the bus driver he issued a ticked and I go and grab my seat.

The hustle and bustle of New York never seemed to stop, everyone always moving about as if their life depended on it.

Slowly the bus pulled up to my stop and I groaned inwardly as I got up from my seat and headed out the bus.

Stood in-front of the building I was ready to turn and leave.

Heading in the warm heat from the heater hit my face and comfort covered my whole body.

"Ezra! It's lovely to see you again" Louisa, Linda's receptionist called from across the room.

"Yeah, it's lovely to be here" she rolled her eyes at my sarcastic reply.

"Room 3" I nod and head straight towards the room knocking and entering before she could say anything else.

"Ah Ezra. Lovely of you to finally join me" I plant myself in the spacious sofa before taking my coat off and placing it over my legs.

"Yeah, something about court appointed therapy was something I just couldn't miss out on" I lace my fingers together as she moves to the seat in front of my instead of the one behind her desk.

"So how are you today?" I know she thinks this helps. But to be honest I'd rather be at home with Disney movies and whisky.

"Fine"

I was in-fact not fine nor have I ever been since my mother passed.

"And I'm pregnant" I gasp and look up at her.

"Congrats Linda" she laughs causing me to look at her with a raised brow.

"I thought we were stating lies" I roll my eyes and pick at the skin around my nails.

"You know if you don't talk to me this won't work" she pulls out her notepad clicking the pen.

"What am I meant to say? Oh I'm fine it's just been 3 years since my mother died and I still haven't went to visit her grave because then it means she's actually gone?" Linda takes a deep breath before sitting forward in her seat.

"Yes, that is exactly what you need to say. Anything that will help me understand what's going on. Is something you need to say" I roll my eyes and push myself further into the sofa.

"Have you spoken to your father yet?" I look out the window to the snow falling around New York.

"No, he doesn't exactly like people knowing about me" Linda nods for me to continue

"I haven't seen him since I was a kid. I'd be surprised if he even remembers who i am" she notes things down in her notepad making me shift in my seat. That bloody notepad.

"Does he know about your mother?" I sigh.

"I haven't spoken to him, so no he doesn't know." She nods before checking something in previous notes.

"How do you feel about that?" I chuckle making Linda look at me cautiously.

"He's a fucking billionaire. Yet here I am his first born daughter. Living in a shitty apartment and working 2 jobs to get by. How is that fucking fair?" Linda nods before placing the note pad down and sitting forward resting her elbows on her knees.

"Ezra. I think you need to get in contact with him. You need a support system" I could feel my eyes stinging. Blinking furiously. I try to make them stop.

"What if he doesn't want me?" The tears that threaten to fall were now free falling down my cheeks.

"What if he does?" Linda placed a comforting hand on my knee.

"I think we both know what you need to do" I stand up from my place pulling on my coat and heading for the door.

"Goodbye Linda"

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Authors Note

Hi! So this is an in-depth version of my tiktok story x

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