Her Breaking Point

Chapter 11: Her Anger

Haven POV

"If you want this to go somewhere you have to say something" My therapists name is Maria Turic.

Doctor Turic has many degrees and little diplomas that would certify her to understand what is wrong with my brain.

"What if I don't have anything to say?" I rebuttal. I am currently sitting on a couch in a room that is filled with colors to make me comfortable. Funnily enough, I don't feel comfortable.

"It's my job to help you, give you another perspective"

I scoff, "As a therapist you don't diagnose the bomb by what it looks like, you diagnose the damage it leaves behind. And you're left to sort through what's left with just two hands" the bitterness in my words is evident, but not that she'll comment on it.

"I can be another set of hands if you let me" I raise my eyebrow leaning forward on my elbows.

"You have no idea the torture and the damage that is left in my brain right now. If you only knew the horrors that happened in that house with that man, you'd never leave your bedroom."

"You seem very angry, have you tried to sort through that anger. Find the person or even people you are angry at". I scoff again standing up walking to the window.

"But that's just it, I'm not angry at a person or group of people. I am angry at everyone, including myself".

"So, how was therapy?" Paul asks from the driver seat as I shove my bag into the car.

"I went" I spat at him and he sighs.

"You've got classes from three to seven thirty"

"I'm aware. Do you care to drop me off? I've got a lot to do, art is two hours and then english is two, plus my 30 minute lunch".

"How is your voice doing?" I knew he was trying to make conversation, but I didn't feel particularly chatty at the moment.

"Better. Where is Obi-Wan?" I ask.

"We have to pick him up from the groomers on the way to your class" I nod looking out the window.

I think back to the day of my 6th birthday...

3rd Person POV"Paul! Paul! look I found a lizard!" little Haven shouted her long dark black hair shined in the sun reflective like obsidian. Her bright blue eyes shined with happiness as she wore her Cinderella dress and her Happy Birthday tiara.

Paul was tall for an eleven year old. He had to kneel down to be level with Haven who was 6 today.

"That's awesome let me see" Paul exclaims as he sits down on the pavement, Haven smiles a toothy smile and sits down next to him.

"Okay you have to be quiet and quick cause he is going to try to run alright" she not so quietly whispers and Paul nods. Haven opens her hands and out shoots the lizard! Paul smiles looking at her and Haven sinks in defeat watching the lizard run away.

"It's okay, did you name him?" Paul asks to take her mind off of it.

"I named him Bumble-um-ble-Bee" she didn't say it right but in Paul's mind that made it sweeter.

"BumbleBee?" He clarified and was happy when Haven excitedly shook her head. "Why BumbleBee?" he asked.

"Cause, Bumble-um-ble-Bee's have black stripes and so did the lizard" Haven said absentmindedly as she played with the rocks. The Cake from her party had her buzzing with excitement.