It's the summer before her senior year and all Emily Garcia wants is enjoy her summer. That's the only thing she wants at the moment.
She doesn't want any harsh memories running through her brain or any worries of her father. All Emily wants is hap...
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~Lucas~
How did I even agree to this?
I'm in the waiting room waiting for them to call my name. Once again my dad assigned me another therapist that is only going to waste my time instead of actually helping me.
"I know you don't like this Lucas but maybe this one could work." Amelia starts off. I know they want to see me try this out, but it's hard to believe it will work.
"I hope so." I don't hope so.
"Lucas?" I look over to whoever called my name. "Dr. Jones is ready to see you." The lady at the front desk calls me over. Amelia places a hand on my shoulder and says, "Everything will be alright. You got this, okay?"
I nod taking in her words and I take my sweet ass time before getting up and walking over there.
I get to the room the new therapist my dad assigned me to. I didn't expect it to be today. I knew it would have been soon but I woke up in a good mood and it's all gone now.
Great.
This is the first therapist I've been to in a while. I think the last one I went to was a little bit before I came over to Seattle with Greyson. She was old and rude, I didn't like her. She wouldn't believe the stuff I said and said would blame me for my problems.
If anything she gave me even more problems.
I'm still getting used to all of these feelings and changes as the days go by. It's not easy at all but I'm trying. I hate using my tactic of sometimes just distancing myself so no one worries but it works just fine.
I don't really care at this point.
"Lucas Foster?" The therapist asks once I'm inside the room and I nod.
"I'm Dr. Jones, it's very nice to meet you. Please feel free to sit." She motions to the small couch in the room as she sits down on the chair.
She's doesn't look like the last rude old lady therapist I had. Dr. Jones is maybe around her late thirties, long wavy red hair, she's on the taller side. Very close to my height actually. She could step on my last therapist.
I sit down across from her on the small couch in her office as a wooden coffee table is in the middle. There's a bowl in the middle of Reese's peanut butter cups.
I want one.
They are definitely using candy to bribe people in here. I won't let it work.
