You Will Be Mine

Chapter 31

Jasper's POV

I quickly walk towards my house, and when I reach it, I go straight to the toiled.

Thankfully no one's at the house, so they won't hear if I will throw up.

I have just finished my second therapy, and all of this talking made me sick.

I really have no idea why my father wants me to talk about my feelings with the therapist, but I definitely don't like it.

The therapist asks me a lot of private questions, and sometimes he sees that I'm lying, so he forces me to tell him the truth, and knowing how much he knows about me, without my agreement, it makes me feel sick.

I throw up into the toilet, and I decide to stay in the bathroom for a while longer, but my father opens the bathroom door, only a few seconds later, and my eyes widen.

"Are you sick?" He asks me.

"No." I tell him.

"I heard that you were throwing up." He informs me.

"Then why did you ask me if I was sick?" I ask him, with annoyance clear I'm my voice.

"Are you angry at me?" He asks, and I stand up, before I push past him to go inside of my bedroom, and I sit on my bed, resting my back against the headboard.

"Definitely not." I tell him sarcastically.

He looks at me for a while, and then he moves my desk chair to sit in front of me.

"Is this about the therapy?" He asks me.

Before I can answer, the front door opens, and soon Alex opens the door to my bedroom.

He frowns when he sees us, but I gesture for him to sit on the bed, hoping that dad will go away.

But he keeps looking at me, expecting to hear my answer.

"Yes, it's about the therapy." I tell him harshly. "How am I supposed to not be angry at you, when you force me to talk to some stranger about my feelings?" I ask, and he didn't answer, so I continue.

"It makes me sick that this therapist knows a lot about me, while I have no idea how old he even is.

I can even lie, because he mostly sees right through those lies, and it makes him think that I will need to see him again." I tell him, and he bites his lip.

"So yes, I'm angry that you forced me to go there again." I say, and then I turn around to lie on my stomach, before I put my head in the pillow.

I can feel that someone is rubbing my back, and I instantly know that it's Alex, because he has very delicate hands.

"Well, I know that it's hard for you, but the therapist said that he would want to see you in a few weeks, so you will have to go there again." Dad says, and I take a deep breath to calm myself, because I really want to scream at him right now.

He messes my hair, and he leaves my room, then Alex hugs me tightly and I fall asleep, already exhausted, even though it's only an early evening.