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Though her life had been going down the right track again, Odessa still attended therapy. It made her feel better. It cleared her mind of everything going on and she liked being able to tell her therapist about things going on in her life, something she never liked to do before. She sat on the brown couch with her legs crossed and she was smiling.
"Odessa, you're almost glowing." Addison observed with a proud smile and her notebook propped on her lap. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how are you feeling? One being worse and ten being best."
"I'd say an 8 or a 9," Odessa answered while still smiling. "Yeah, I've been feeling great. Everything's been really great."
"That's wonderful, Odessa." The therapist wrote down in her notebook. "And, uh, how are things going with your father?"
"It's being getting better," she answered with a small nod. Odessa leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, and she played with a piece of her curled blonde hair. "Yeah, it's not as awkward as it was before. I actually really like having him around." She said and smiled slightly.
Dr. Carmichael continued to look proud as she wrote down her notes. "And your eating, how's that been going for you? Are you still sticking to your meal plan?"
Odessa nodded again. "Yeah, of course. That's been going well, too. I almost forgot I had a problem with eating sometimes." She slipped out a chuckle but then immediately felt bad. "N-Not trying to dismiss it, or anything. It was a really awful time in my life. But I can definitely say it's been getting better."
Addison smiled. "As long as you're keeping yourself healthy. But it seems like everything's going well for you. Is there anything you'd like to share that I should know about?"
She debated on brining up what happened at the party. Her friends had been great about not brining it up which she was grateful. Odessa hadn't even better able to tell her parents, especially her father. She'd rather just forget about it. But this is what therapy's for, Odessa told herself, to unload what was happening to her. She learned that keeping it all bottled up wasn't healthy. "My friends and I went on a college tour last weekend. There was a party going on at one of them that we all went to."
"Oh yeah? How was that?"
Odessa chewed on her bottom lip. She paused messing with her hair. "Um. . ." She took a hesitant pause. "It was pretty fun for the most part, but. . .I, uh, got grabbed." She managed to get out and clenched her teeth.
She watched the therapist frown. "Grabbed?"
She nodded lightly. "Yeah, grabbed. Like, uh. . ." Odessa placed her hands on her clothed breasts and squeezed to demonstrate. She smiled with embarrassment. "It was scary, I'll admit."
