Anything But Ordinary ☯ Josh Hutcherson [unedited]

Final Chapter

Liz's POV

"It's alright sweetheart, you can do this" Josh kept trying to ease my nerves but he wasn't succeeding, I had no idea what was about to happen.

My shrink for the past five months and a half was seating on a red cushioned chair in front of me and Josh. 

I tried taking a deep breath a few times but it only resulted on putting me more on edge.

"I'm right here with you, Liz. Everything is going to be alright" Josh held my right hand in between his two hands and I looked up at his beautiful understanding hazel eyes. 

I felt myself relax and I smiled up at him which caused him to respond with his perfect white one.

I felt calmer with Josh supporting me but I was still nervous about the outcome of this little meeting.

"My graduation" as my shrink called it, had me freaking out for the past two weeks. What had he planned out for today?

"Would you tell me already shrink?" I asked, exasperated.

"Calm down Liz, just wait patiently" he advised.

"You know very well how impatient I am and staying calm it's a big issue for me" I sounded whiny and I hated myself for it but I was nervous!

There was a loud knock on the door that made me jump and Josh rubbed my back in an effort to soothe me.

Jesus Christ.

"I'm here for an appointment. I was called last week, could you make it quick I'm a really busy person" the voice froze and I stiffened. 

"Liz what are you doing here?" my dad asked. Oh God please don't let it be what I think it is.

"Hi dad. I'm um... here, uh, because" while I struggled trying to decide how to respond, my shrink watched me carefully and I realized this was a test, so he could announce me rehabilitated. 

Okay, I can do this. Just be honest and don't let yourself intimidated by your father.

My train of thought was interrupted by Josh intertwining his hand with mine. The gesture felt as if he was passing me his strength so I could do this and at that moment I realized I was glad he was here with me (even though I had argued he didn't have to come).

"I'm here for my last session with Dr. Hart, hoping he'll say I'm okay now. I've been in therapy with him for the past six months dad, he's been helping me get through my panic attacks and my trauma".

My father's brow furrowed in confusion.

"What panic attacks? What trauma?" he asked, clearly not sure how to react to my confession.

"Mr. Vega I will have to advice you to sit down" Dr. Hart told my father.

 He hesitated for a moment and then sat on a chair on my left.

I could feel his icy blue eyes on me but I couldn't force myself to meet his gaze.

Dr. Hart took his time going over (I'm guessing) his notes and then looked up at me. 

"Alright Mr. Vega, you are aware of the fact that your daughter was a victim of sexual abuse three and a half years ago correct?" Dr. Hart asked.

My heart hammered on my chest.

My psychologist knew perfectly well that my father never believed me when I told him what happened, so why was he asking him? However I guess I should be asking myself if my father would accept it or deny it.