Chapter 9

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Ava

I didn't realise how naive I had been. Time and again, I found myself in relationships that ended with me heartbroken while they walked away feeling relieved. It's a pattern I should have recognised long ago.

"Hey Ava, how was your date?" my father asked.

Frustration bubbled over, and I snapped at him, "Stop treating me like a child! You and Mom are always like this. I'm an adult now!"

"No, Ava, you're not. All your choices are misguided; you need guidance," my mom interjected.

"You don't know everything either! Maybe you're wrong too!" I shot back.

At that moment, my mother slapped my face. "Get out of my house," she demanded.

"What?" I was stunned.

"You heard me."

"Mom, please—"

"Go find people like you. You're not my daughter anymore."

Feeling lost and unsure of where to turn, I decided to go to the one person who truly cared about me.

"Ava!!!"

"Can I stay here for a few days?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied.

"I don't want to talk," I added.

"Fine."

Once I entered the room where I'd stay, I felt nothing at all. I just lay down and fell asleep.

"Ava, it's morning," Jess called.

"I need a few more hours of sleep," I mumbled.

"We'll be late."

"Late for what?"

"We have an appointment with the doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"I spoke to Jonathan about a psychologist who you can talk to freely. Please, just go and try, even if you don't want to talk to me."

"Why did you do this?"

"Please, Ava."

"Okay."

She left me to get ready, and I hoped I wouldn't regret this decision.

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