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Well if you haven't already guessed it. I'm still here at Whitney's, it's been a week now but nothing has changed between us. I mostly spend my time in my room, her and Bobbi Kris eat together but I don't want to eat with them. Lately she actually been real busy, I'm here with Pat for the last week I didn't ask what was going on not that I even care. But when she told me we had a therapy session I had to get dressed I had no choice.
In Dr. Jackie's office.
"So how has everything been going since I last spoke with the both of you together?" She asked. I said nothing
"She been real detached, if I can say that." Whitney said in her raspy voice. "She doesn't come out her room, we eat dinner together she won't even eat with us."
"Okay and Michaela what do you have to say about that? Dr. Jackie asked. I shrugged.
"Michaela, what are you feeling right now?" She asked.
"I want to go home." I muttered under my breath.
"I think that's what your mother is trying to get you to realize, you are home." Dr. Jackie says.
"No I'm not. Not in a house with her" I said.
"What happened between last week and this week where you hate me again." Whitney asked.
"You think some stupid song is going to erase the past." I yell towards her.
"No but I thought it was a start for a moment for us, just one moment you were mine again and I was mommy." She says.
"You were never mommy for me, I've never seen you as mommy. You were always the drunk or Whitney that missed my birthday, or a recital. You are not even home at your house anymore. It just like old times, you have whatever you have going on and Bobbi Kris is going out with you. You have this women i barely even know staying with me like I'm a child. If it was going to be like this I could have stayed home with my godmother. But no you and your therapist drugged me from the only home I know after my father who was everything for me died. And quite frankly I wish it was you, I thought it was going to be you!" I stormed out. No one followed. I beginning to feel like a shell of a person.
Whitney
"I bet you didn't see that one coming." I told my therapist.
"Whitney why didn't you tell her you have an album coming out? Why are we here again to this point?" She asked.
"I... it... I guess it slipped my mind to tell her. And then I didn't think she would want to go with me." I said.
"So is that it, is there nothing else. Are you embarrassed of her, of your own child." She asked me.
"Don't say that, I've never been embarrassed of her. I was always ashamed of me. But that's what this album is for. It's my fresh start." I said. "My comeback."
