Abroad. ~ Katsuki Bakugo

Chapter 16

"So Ms. B, I heard of the most recent events. Tell me how do you feel about them?" Her therapist asked, her notebook already in her hands and the pens aligned neatly. Sometimes, Evelyn considered that this woman had OCD or something like that. Well she hasn't studied psychology so how would she know. Evelyn blankly stared at the middle-aged woman, who tried to put herself in the girl's position. To her, Evelyn was like a ticking bomb. Someone who could explode every second. But if she notified the special services that the girl is unstable and dangerous, she could get problems. If they prove that the girl is not dangerous, the woman could lose her job and could be arrested for false testimony under oath. She would need concrete proofs to lock the kid up. The old woman didn't feel guilty of her thoughts, even if it is not the kid's fault, in the woman's eyes she was a great danger and needed to be eliminated. 

"How come that you know what happened? I definitely haven't told you." "Well, I got the report of the events. I knew something like this would happen again." The woman sneered in contempt. "Who do you think, you are?!" The girl asked in disbelief. "Ms. B, calm down and think for a second. You know I am right. Destruction is in your nature. It is a part of you, and you will never be able to hide it." "Hide what?" Evelyn clenched her jaw, trying to prove that woman wrong, that she was not hostile or dangerous. Her knuckled turned white, and her face was reddened. "Hide the fact, that you indeed enjoy hurting people. You are manipulative and tend to play victim. But from my analysis I can conclude that you manipulate people to feel sorry for you." The girl's therapist claimed to know. 

The girl was boiling inside, anger building up. "How dare you!" She screeched, now digging her nails into the sofa. "See. You cannot even take criticism." Her remark reeked of superiority, the woman knew she was better than the girl in front of her. 

"We should switch back to the topic. We were talking about the events. What did you feel when you were attacked?" "I was petrified." "And when you used your quirk on the boy?" "Well, guilt." "Was it the same guilt like back then. With your sister?" "Why are we talking about my sister now? We talked about that ages ago." The girl argued but was assured by the older woman, "Well it is also an important event in your life. Both events are very similar, just that one event ended fatally." She said with a smug look. 

Tears were pricking the girl's eyes. Anger turned to sadness, or more so a mix of both. "You are a fucking whore!" The black haired girl cried, slapping the older woman and leaving. She didn't care if it was inappropriately or if this old hag is going to tell anyone.

Outside, the girl sat down on a nearby bench. She held her face, trying to calm down. Memories flooded her mind and she wanted to throw up. "One... two... three..." she slowly counted. It is a trick her mother had shown her as a child, and it really helped her to calm down.

Katsuki eyed her weirdly, when she picked him up. "My, my. Your therapist must be an asshole, if she makes you cry every time you leave." He blurted out his thoughts. She looked at him with perplexity. "What makes you think that I cried?" "Well, your cheeks are flushed, and you seem pretty down." He explained, "Ah fuck it, this bitch just pissed me off. She is so arrogant, and I just hate her!" The girl stopped for a second, but then admitted that she slapped her therapist. 

"She deserves it." "What?" The girl looked at him bewildered. "Well, if she is such a bitch, like you say, then I think she deserves it." He repeated confidently, he lightly brushed a stand of hair behind her ear, giving her a genuine smile. "So heads up! This bitch doesn't deserve to occupy your thoughts." Katsuki managed to cheer the girl up.