Taylor Swift is my therapist ( no really)

Chapter 7

After my last incident at Taylor's office, I've been seeing her more often. I know she was just trying to help me, but talking about my emotions and being so vulnerable made me so upset and frustrated. I like being numb, I was now realising, because I never had to feel anything and know that I'm going  to therapy, my emotions are pooling out of me and I'm so overwhelmed. I love Taylor but I couldn't do this therapy thing anymore, so I had to come up with some excuses to avoid her.

"Hey Taylor, I know I had an appointment booked in tomorrow,
but I've gotten the flu and I'm really ill,
so I won't be able to make it. I'm sorry.

"Oh hun, I hope you feel better soon, don't be sorry!."

And just like that, I had avoided therapy, my emotions and my trauma. It was such a relief, but I couldn't have the flu forever so I tired to come up with some better excuses for the next couple of weeks.

"Hey Taylor, I'm sorry I know I couldn't come last week but
I have this study group at school that's mandatory,
so I can't make it again.

"Okay Amelia, don't worry, hopefully you'll
be back in the office soon xx"

I had done it again. Another week passed and no therapy. I did really hate lying to Taylor, but I hated being there even more. So I kept going.

"Hi Taylor I'm super sorry but my sister
has a dance recital and I have to go,
so I can't come again.

"Hmmm really your sister does dance?, you never told me?"

"Oh um yeah, she likes ballet."
                               " alright hun, I hope we can chat soon.."

Oh shit, she was getting suspicious. My sister didn't fucking dance, but I couldn't find any other excuses. I knew Taylor was sick of this, and I hated upsetting her, but I wasn't ready to face all of it again.

"You have an appointment today at 4. You need to come."

"Oh I'm sorry, I think I have a school thing in after school."

"No more excuses Amelia, you're lying, it's obvious, I will see                 u at 4."

I was screwed, Taylor knew I was lying and now she was mad at me. I hated this. I walked to school dreading this appointment more than anything. For once, I actually didn't want the school day to end because I didn't want to face Taylor. I knew I could skip it, but the guilt of missing another session made me feel to bad and I knew Taylor would just track me down eventually. Once again I arrived to the building and walked inside. I knew the whole routine now, so I signed in and took a seat, anxiously waiting. There was more people in the waiting room today, I could count about three. Originally I had thought that only Taylor and Joe worked here, but I had learned that there was actually two other therapists that worked from this building as well. I had know idea who they were, but they both seemed to get along with Taylor and Joe because whenever they would cross paths  in the waiting room they would always laugh and smile with each other. Everyone here was so happy, it made me sick.

Just then, a door opened from the hallway and a short haired brunette lady walked out. She was clearly younger than Taylor and I realised she was one of the other therapists working from here. She around her mid twenties and had short, shoulder length hair, she was beautiful. She also must of been famous in some aspect, because this wasn't just a therapy office for anyone. She walked over to a young girl sat with her mum, she reminded me of Izzy. She looked nervous, as I could see her clinging to her mum. "Hey Sofia, I'm so glad you're back!" She said to the young girl with such a warm smile, the complete opposite of what Taylor would be giving me today. The girl gave a weak smile back before turning back into her mum. "Hey Gracie, I'm sorry she's just extra nervous today, I had to drag her in here." They both chuckled, the girl just staring at the floor. "That's totally okay, it's okay to be nervous, Sofia do you want to come back into my pretty room and look at some toys?" This quickly gathered her attention and she nodded towards Gracie, but she was still hesitant about leaving  her mother. Couldn't relate, if I was her I would have bolted away from my mum at any given chance, but these two seemed to have a more loving relationship. "Sofia go with Gracie, I'll be waiting right here for you sweetie." She turned around and they both walked off, Gracie leading the way and Sofia gently following behind. I smiled at the interaction, she looked like a great therapist, super kind as-well. Just as I started to settle down, I saw the door to Taylors room open.

I looked up to see Taylor, just giving me a cold, blank expression. It was far from the normal inviting smile she usually gave me, so I knew I was in trouble. I just looked back down into my lap and gulped. Taylor didn't even walk over to me, she just remained leaned up against her door. She was wearing a very nice looking pair of jeans, that seemed to fit her seamlessly, paired with a quality black shirt and a belt. She had definitely chosen to show off her wealth today, as she had a very decent sized Rolex on with some expensive looking black boots. The outfit was amazing, and equally intimidating. "Amelia, come inside please." She said so cold. I couldn't tell if she was angry, hurt , upset because she wasn't giving off any emotion. As much as I wanted to run away that second, I stood up and slowly walked into the room, Taylor following and shutting the door behind her. I sat down in my usual spot, her doing the same as she looked me directly in the eyes and gave me "the look".

Here we go....

A/N:Hello Everyone! I'm so sorry about not updating as much! I've been super busy but also I haven't been super clear about what I should do for this story! If you would like to leave any suggestions or ideas of what I should do definitely do it! Thank your for all the support and patience:)  Can anyone guess who the new therapist might be 😏🤭