LOVER |c.t.h|

THIRTEEN|EMERY|

There is a really big special guest in this chapter, inspired by my best friend ever reyywrites, just trust me on this one... It's good.

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EMERY POV:

I just wished that I could be a better daughter. It's all I have ever wanted. It seemed to me that I was always doing something wrong, not being enough. I always felt like a disappointment.

"I don't know why you are always in your fucking room." My father rolled his eyes while we ate dinner.

I held back tears while I forced food into my mouth, food that was going to surely come up later.

"I mean what, are we really that bad that you don't want to be around us?" He mumbles while eating.

"It's not-"

"I need you to clean the kitchen tomorrow, we have guests coming." My mother interrupted me.

I set my fork down and looked at her, "Why do I have to do it? I won't even be here this weekend to see them."

I was always the one to do the cleaning, I felt like Cinderella.

"Did she studder? She asked you to do something and you live here rent free, so you'll do it." My father reprimanded.

"So does he," I point to my eldest brother who sat next to me. "He never has to do anything."

"I don't sit in my room all damn day being lazy." My brother rebuttals.

"Oh my god, have you ever thought that you may be the reason I don't come out here? I mean every time I do I am getting picked on or harassed by you people, it's fucking insanity." I feel a tear slip.

"Don't cry," my father rolls his eyes. "If you want to cry I can give you something to cry about."

"I fucking hate it here!" I scream and rush to my room.

I was so over the treatment I was getting, I wanted it to end. They hated me and I don't understand why.

OCTOBER 21ST - 10:30 AM

"Well, it sounds like to me Miss. Rose that you have some unresolved issues with your family." Amberetta, my new therapist that Cal recommended sat on a big comfy looking chair.

"You're telling me," I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

"Have you spoken to them?" She asks me.

"Yeah, when I was 16."

I hear her shift in her seat, "Darling, you are 22 now, that's a long time."

I sat up, "You are not about to ask me to speak to them... are you?" I really hoped she wouldn't. That was too big of a jump for me right now.

I only came to therapy because I want to be able to give Calum a chance and to do that, I need to have inner peace or whatever.

"No, definitely not." She shakes her head. "I am going to give you some chores."

I roll my eyes at the thought. Who comes to therapy to do chores? This was just stupid, I should have just pretended like I was going to therapy.

"Not in the way you think." She tells me. "I need you to let go, little by little let things go." She tells me.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"A good example would be gifts from people who are no longer in your life." She begins. "Objects have the power to withhold certain energies. If you still have a hoodie from an ex, that hoodie can hold very negative energy which can slow down your healing. Giving these things away or even throwing them away can be a way of releasing their hold on you, it'll help in the healing process."