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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

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Genevieve's pov:

My mother and I waited for the therapist to enter the room, which was covered in posters for drug and suicide prevention on the walls, as if that would stop anything. I hoped it would be a quick evaluation because I had a game in two hours. My mom said I needed to come after lashing out at Adam; she also wanted me to apologize to him, but it's not going to happen. A tall, blue eyed brunette walked into the small room and my mother walked out. "Hello, I am Doctor Maeve Baldwin, you can call me Mae if you wish." I liked the way she spoke, she sounded professional, so much so that I had to take her seriously. "I am Genevieve Little. It's nice to meet you." I tried to mirror the older woman's tone. "Are you ready?" I nodded. "I heard about your fallout with your friend Adam. Would you like to tell me about that?" Dr. Mae asked. "I was mad at him, he practically forced me to go to that stupid team sleepover." I broke the sentence into fragments because I needed to find the right words. "What happened at the sleepover?" The thought of it even made me mad. "First he didn't even talk to me, and then when he did, he made it about Hayden. Then she made fun of my weight. Then I just went home." I rambled, and she quickly took some notes. "And then he came to my house the next day." I continued. "And you argued?" I nodded, playing with the ring on my left index finger. "Have you argued like that before?" She questioned. "Yeah, we do that quite frequently." If I had to guess, we have big fights like this almost every other month. "When you are arguing with Adam or anyone, have you ever done anything violent or had violent thoughts?" Tears build up as I remember throwing a trophy at Adam, my best friend. I tried to hurt my best friend. "Yeah, I had thrown a trophy at him, but luckily I missed." I wiped the tears from my cheeks. After about an hour of questions, she asked, "Why don't we talk about your father? When was the last time you saw him?" I clenched my fist, and my chest tightened. And she had definitely noticed—I can tell because she was scribbling in the notebook before I even said anything. "What can I say? He's an asshole, and I hope he's in a shallow grave somewhere." I gulped. "Did he hit you?" She didn't question the answer to the previous question. I nodded. "How could you tell?" I asked, looking down at my dirty all-star Converse. "It's common for exposure to violence and aggression during childhood, and going through traumatic experiences or being the victim of abuse are examples of some environmental factors that could bring about intermittent explosive disorder symptoms." She stated. "You think I have intermittent explosive disorder?" My right eyebrow raised slightly. "Almost one hundred percent."

I quickly walked into the locker room and located my jersey. "So the temper tantrum princess wants to play with us." Jesse said, causing most of the team to laugh, Adam just gave me a sorry look. "Look, I'm sorry, but who just shows up at someone's house like that?" She had just gotten to the locker room and was annoyed. "So you tried to kill Adam?" Hayden taunted. Bombay had just walked in when she said that. "Whoa, who tried to kill Adam?" Bombay made a joke about not knowing what he had just started. "The psycho, she threw a trophy at him the other day." Hayden sneered. "What?" Bombay questioned. "Don't call me that asshole!" I yelled. "Who are you calling an asshole?" Hayden pushed me. "You." I shoved her to the ground. "Hey, break it up! "Little, go outside; I'll be right there." I huffed and left the locker room. "What is going on?" Bombay asked. "Did you not just hear her call me a psycho?" I defended myself. "I wasn't talking about that. Do you want to know why you haven't been playing?" I nodded. "You are treating peewees like the NHL, you aren't friends with the rest of the team, so you won't have any fun." he explained. "Yeah, because playing the bench is so much fun." I said it sarcastically.  "I know that it's no fun, but you need to stop acting like you're better than everyone." He rebutted. "Acting? No, I am better than everyone." I laughed. "See, this is what I mean. You let your ego get in the way of friendships."  He exclaimed. "I don't need friends!" I spat. "You need them!" He waved towards the locker room. "I don't need them and I sure as hell don't need you!" I pulled my jersey over my head and threw it on the floor. "I quit!" I spat. "You can't quit because you're cut." He yelled. I walked away trying to find my mom. "Viv what are you doing here, you are supposed to be in the locker room." Nick questioned. "I quit." I said and Nick handed Corey five dollars. "I knew you would." Corey teased. "So Adam's all by himself?" I nodded. "Evie? What's going on? Why aren't you with the team?" My mom asked, walking towards us. "I quit." I shrugged.