a couple weeks later i was healing pretty well.
the bruises remained faintly tho.
but today was the day i got to talk to mr kunkle again.
i wasn't nervous.
i wasn't scared.
i was more then happy to talk to him again.
figuring out what happens in his head.
i got dressed and did my makeup.
and i was off.
once i got to my office i sat down in a chair and went on my phone waiting for the knock,
it didn't take to long tulll i heard it.
knock
knock
knock
"come in!" i say.
jack walked kurt in.
the shady boy kept his head down.
and his limbs shook softly.
i smiled warm and greetingly.
kurt sat down and kept his head down.
"be careful y/n ok?" jack says before leaving.
once the door shuts i go and sit by kurt.
he was silent.
his face dark, covered in the shadows by his hair.
"so kurt-" i say before kurt interrupts.
"i-i'm sorry i-idk what came over me.. i caused you so much trouble a-and nOw- there gonna like k-kill me" he sniffles.
i propped kurt up to look at me.
i wiped his tears with the end of my sweatshirts sleeves.
i put my hands on kurt's hips.
"it's ok kurt, i'm fine. and meet my control? i will not let them hurt you" i said.
he nods.
kurt looks down at my wrists, then up to my neck.
""i-i'm so sorry y/n.." he mumbles.
"it's ok, i promise." i said.
i unlock kurt's cuffs and he rubs his wrists.
"you hungry kurt?" i ask and he nods.
i went to my mini fridge and got him a pop
(it's pop NOT SODA 😡)
and a bag of chips.
"it's all i have in my office rn" i said and he smiles.
"anything would do" he says.
i smile as he opened the bag of chips.
"y/n? why do you keep giving me chances? i tried to kill you.." he' says.
"everyone deserves a second chance, and that's what i gave you but some others ik deserve a 3rd" i say
hd nods softly before going back into his chips.
he offered me some of the chips.
i gave me a soft look before pointing at the bag.
"no thank you" i smile.
he looks down.
once he was down i threw them out for him.
he watches my every move.
"c-can i see your s-scar?" hr stutters.
"sure kurt" i say sitting down.
i lift a part of my shirt up.
his eyes widen a bit.
i felt his icy fingers feel my side.
i looked up at kurt.
he looks at me softly.
his eyes light and shiny.
his faint frown softer then feathers.
"but it's ok bc i'm fine" i said.
"how bout we get to work mk kurt?" i say as kury gets off me.
"o-ok" he stutters.
is it up.
"so let's talk about your early teenage years." i said
"how often did you parents spend time with you" i ask.
"not often"
"mk and what about school?" i asked
"not good.. people were mean to me"he says.
"would you mind telling me some of the things they did or said?" i asked.
"uh idk just like mean ig. it was 7 years ago i don't really remember" he said.
i nod.
our session was quick.
especially bc jack didn't want any things bad to happen.
hopefully i can get him out of jail
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Gizem / Gerilimy/n is a young, selfish, criminal psychologist and book author, the second she heard that mr.kunkle was still alive she know it would make an award winning criminology book.
