I think we should get together now.. WLW ( strictly )

the meeting and suspicions

Blair's Perspective:

Blair entered the counselor's office with a mix of dread and defiance. Her parents had practically dragged her there, and she felt like a caged animal. She slouched in her chair, arms crossed, glaring at anyone who dared to make eye contact. She was tired of everyone pretending they knew what was best for her.

Her parents sat on either side of her, their worry evident. Mrs. Turner was there, along with Eleanor, who had insisted on attending despite Blair's protests. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Thank you all for coming," Mrs. Turner began, her voice calm and professional. "We’re here to discuss how we can best support Blair during this difficult time."

Blair rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "I don’t need your support."

Her mother sighed. "Blair, we’re trying to help you."

Blair's anger flared. "Help me? By dragging me to this stupid meeting? This isn’t helping!"

Eleanor watched Blair, her heart aching at the girl’s pain and anger. She tried to keep her tone neutral. "Blair, we’re here because we care about you and want to see you succeed."

Blair snapped her gaze to Eleanor, her eyes blazing. "You care? By ignoring me and pretending like I don’t exist? That’s real caring."

Eleanor took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "I know it feels that way, but that’s not what’s happening. We’re trying to give you the space you need."

Blair's laugh was harsh and bitter. "Space? You’ve given me so much space I might as well be invisible."

Mrs. Turner intervened, her tone soothing but firm. "Blair, we all want to understand what you’re going through. Can you help us understand?"

Blair glared at her. "What’s there to understand? My life is a mess, and nothing you say is going to fix it."

Her father, who had been quiet until now, spoke up, his voice strained. "Blair, please. We’re trying to help you get back on track."

Blair felt her control slipping. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make them understand the depth of her pain. "You can’t fix this! None of you can fix this!"

Eleanor’s patience was wearing thin. She cared deeply for Blair, but the constant defiance was grating on her nerves. "Blair, we know you’re hurting, but pushing everyone away isn’t going to help."

Blair’s eyes snapped back to Eleanor, her fury evident. "And what do you know about it? You’re just my teacher. You don’t know anything about my life!"

Eleanor's temper flared. "I know more than you think, Blair. And I care more than you realize."

The room fell silent, everyone taken aback by the intensity of the exchange. Mrs. Turner cleared her throat, trying to regain control of the meeting. "Let’s all take a deep breath. This isn’t about pointing fingers or laying blame. We’re here to find solutions."

Blair slumped back in her chair, feeling exhausted and defeated. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to talk about her feelings, and definitely didn’t want to listen to Eleanor or anyone else. She just wanted to be left alone.

Eleanor's Perspective:

Eleanor felt a mix of guilt and frustration as she sat in the meeting. She had hoped that her presence might help Blair open up, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. She could see the pain in Blair’s eyes, and it hurt to know she was partly responsible.

She tried to stay calm, to remind herself that Blair was lashing out because she was hurting. But it was hard. The constant snapping and defiance were wearing on her, and she was struggling to keep her own emotions in check.