My Kind of Doctor

Part Twenty-Six

**** Here's is the section where you guys get to decide whether or not you want to stick with Amber's story, or start believing Dr. Kennedy's. Should Kendall trust her again, or is she going to set herself up in a trap? Hope you like it.****

I was already late to English so I just decided to skip it. Instead I went in the bathroom to hide in a stall and cry while I wondered why on Earth I had been so stupid to trust a lady I barely knew. I had given her so much and she hurt me in the end. There was no worse feeling I could think of in the whole world.

            I should have listened to Amber in the first place. She was my girlfriend after all, and she really seemed to care about me a lot. Turns out she was right and I was even more stupid than I thought for blowing her off. Well… there was one thing I knew for sure, and that was that I wasn’t going back to Dr. Kennedy’s class tomorrow. That is… if they let her keep her job.

            I still had to go to my other class though. There were things I needed to get done and it wouldn’t have been wise to skip. I didn’t bother stopping when Dr. Kennedy tried to stop me in the hallway. I simply shrugged her off and kept moving. Amber seemed upset that I wouldn’t even talk to her about it, but honestly, I kind of just wanted to be alone.

            After classes got out I picked up my bad and thought about who I should go to. I didn’t have work that day, which I was thankful for. That would leave me a lot of time to talk about everything. Maybe the president of the school could do something. That’s it… that’s who I’d go to.

            In order to get to her office I had to walk by Dr. Kennedy’s. I didn’t want to. I didn’t even want to look at it. The thought of her being some weird creepy stalker just made me sick to my stomach.

            I sighed as I passed the door, relieved that I had gotten past. That’s when I heard the door open. I didn’t look behind me as I started to walk faster, hoping to get away from her, but it was no use. She caught up and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

            It was too late in the day for most of the instructors to still be there, meaning the halls were empty and offices were locked for the day. Dr. Kennedy herself should have been gone by then, but I figured she must have been waiting for me. Lovely.

            “Kendall, please… I need to talk to you.”

            “Let me go before I scream and someone sees you forcefully holding onto one of your students.”

            “I promise I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to chance to explain….”

            “There’s no explaining that needs to be done. The picture was proof enough. Now I’m going to count to three and if you don’t let go….”

            “Kendall, please.”

            “One… Two… Thr….”

            Dr. Kennedy covered my mouth with one hand and pulled me into her office. She didn’t let go as she shut the door and I hated the fact that I was so small and weak in comparison. I tried to break free but she was too strong.

            “I’m sorry. I hate to do things this way, but you’re going to have to listen to me. Okay?”

            She let me go, but stood in the way of the door.

            “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DO….”

            “PLEASE!” Dr. Kennedy yelled back at me, cutting me off. “Just ONE minute to explain myself, and then you can go if you want to. I’m not letting you go though, until you hear my side. Okay?”

            I crossed my arms. I was mad at her. Really mad. She had gone too far now.

            “Fine. Spit it out, but once we’re through here I’m still going to talk to somebody.”

            Dr. Kennedy sighed and sat down, leaning against the door. I sat down myself, farther away from her. As I sat and listened to her talk I just got more and more confused. My head was spinning and I felt like I could pass out any minute. That sick feeling I had as I walked by her office was back again, only this time for a completely different reason.

            “She framed me. She planted that picture there, because she knew that you’d want proof.”

            I shook my head.

            “I don’t believe you.”

            “You have to believe me, Kendall. The only reason I talked to her about your relationship is because I noticed that she seemed to bring you up a lot. Way too often in fact. It was like you were all she ever thought about, and it was starting to affect your grades. I was afraid that she was getting too obsessed. That was the only reason I wanted you two to break up.”

            “She… she’s not like that,” I said, shaking my head.

            “She is, Kendall. It wasn’t me who brought this up the last time. I kept the promise I made to you. She was the one that started talking about you again and I told her she needed to take a break.”

            It had been a full hour that I was in her office, sitting on the floor listening to her talk. Someone was going to start wondering where I was, but I almost didn’t care. I felt so many things inside that I didn’t know how to think clearly anymore. Two different stories for two different people I had cared about so much… who did I believe.

            “Well… I told Amber that I needed proof. So… I’m not going to believe you without proof either.”

            She thought for a moment.

            “Do you know where she lives?” Dr. Kennedy asked after a long silence.

            I raised an eyebrow. Why would she want to know something like that?

            “Uh… yeah. Why?”

            “Because we’re going to her house.”

            I looked at her like she was nuts, because I was really starting to believe that she was, and then laughed a little at the absurdity of what she was suggesting.

            “Are you insane?” I asked.

            “Look, I bet there’s proof there of some kind. If not, well then, I’ll face the consequences of whatever you decide to do after that, but I’m positive she would have something at her house that confirms my suspicions. I mean… if she’s as obsessed as I think she is.”

            Well, amber wouldn’t have been home anyway, because she told me she was going to be busy with her family, so now would be the chance to go look. I sighed, realizing that I was about to cave in and go with her. Problem was… part of me still couldn’t resist Dr. Kennedy. I liked her too much.

            “Why did you tell me about this in the first place?” I asked.

            She put her head back against the door, staring up at the ceiling.

            “I didn’t realize that it was going to get this far out of control. I didn’t… I didn’t want to scare you or make you worry. I just wanted to fix it myself and keep you safe. I’m your instructor and advisor after all…and I have a daughter of my own. I’m… I’m supposed to be able to keep you safe and I kind of feel like I failed.”

            Great. Now I felt really bad for her. I sighed and walked got up to walk over and hug her, something I didn’t think I’d be doing anymore. I felt safer all of a sudden too. There was a comfort I felt from being in her arms that I didn’t get from anyone else. Maybe she was telling the truth, but there was really only one way to find out.

            “Okay,” I said as I stood up again. “Let’s go.”