*Lauren's POV*
I had been in the psych ward for three weeks now. Robert came out every weekday evening and helped me work on school work so, I wouldn't fall behind.
"I miss school and dance!" I whined after we had finished working.
Robert smiled softly. "We miss you in our classes. It's a good thing we've been working on your school work. Most of the teachers are planning tests soon."
"Robert?"
"Yes Lauren?" Robert looked directly into my eyes.
"Why are you here every evening? I know my dad offered to hire someone else."
"He did offer to hire someone else that's true but, I wanted to be the one to help you stay caught up." Robert flashed me a grin and I felt my knees go weak. I grabbed the notebook Robert had brought. I grabbed a pink pen and opened to a clean sheet.
Do you regret kissing me?
I scribbled that down and shoved it in front of Robert's face. I watched him read the message, his face showed no emotion. He grabbed a blue pen and started writing on the paper. He slid it back to me.
No I should but I don't.
Would you do it again?
In a heartbeat. I grinned at Robert and he sent me a small smile.
You didn't cause me to be in here you know that right?
I don't know about that. Your dad said your doctors said emotional trauma can trigger your condition to show up.
I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't emotional trauma from you. Ethan probably but you didn't cause me any trauma."
Robert sighed. "If you say so. Do you know when you get to leave?"
"Yea, I'm leaving on Monday." I grinned thinking about home. I was so ready for my own huge ass bed. "Dad said he's going to let me take Tuesday as a chill day so I will be to school on Wednesday."
"That's awesome Lauren! Are you going to do anything to celebrate?" Robert was grinning at me. I felt my heart beat faster and I was suddenly happy.
"Yea, Dad and I are going to dinner Monday night." I grabbed the notebook again as a thought came into my mind.
Can I have your number? Like your personal number?
Why? Confusion was written all over Robert's face.
You've really helped me heal and understand that I'm not crazy. I just would love a friend to talk too when I get home.
