PS Love, Brooklyn

3 // FAMILY

"Did you talk to them about it?"

I pick at something on my knee.

"Have you made a choice?"

I pull again at the thread on my pants leg.

"Brooklyn?"

I slowly look up at the middle-aged blonde sitting across from me.

"Anything?"

I chew on my cheek shaking my head.

"Being back in New York has opened a deep wound."

I slowly shake my head again.

"Can you speak?"

"I think our time is over."

Her jaw clenches across from me. "We have spent the past hour hardly talking."

"I don't have much to say."

"You came back to the city that once hurt you."

"he doesn't live here."

"No, but the memories do."

I glance down as my phone lights up.

"Brooklyn, this is very serious."

"Which is why I pay you really big money." I grab my bag on the ground.

"You don't pay me Brooklyn. Your family does because your mother is concerned about you."

"My mother barely cared me." I look back at her.

"She did love you."

"Sure." I shake my head walking out.

I slam the door behind me with a few others jump in the waiting room.

I push my hood up over my head feeling the rain against my forehead.

"How was your group?" Elle mumbles to me.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because I thought coming to my sister's house was a smart thing to do."

"You hate your sister."

"My point."

I shake my head still moving down the sidewalk. "I don't know my therapist yelled at me."

"Are they supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, she wants me to talk about what happened here when I was younger and right now I would rather eat hot coals than do that."

"Are you talking about, that thing?"

"The thing I don't want to talk about? Yes."

"You spent months in the hospital after that night."

"Elle, you are not helping."

"Fine, Cami called me. She said that she is having people over for dinner. She wants you to be there too."

"Crap, I missed her call."

"Which is why she told me. And no I didn't tell her where you were."

I look at the street before taking a step out.

"HEY! Watch out!" A voice shouts at me.

I stumble back with a force with hands around my waist.

I groan hitting something with my back.

"Stupid girl." A low mutter escapes from behind me.

I groan out a little glancing back to whatever was behind me.