she doesn't love me

NOT, tricking / trouble

- Must be really hard Alison, I'm sorry you feel that way. - She says, but no emotions. Well, at least I know I'm tricking her, and that's what I need.

Alison's pov
- But it's weird, cause it doesn't match with what your mom and dad told me. - Claudia the therapist says and mouth dropped.
- Well this is unprofessional! They can't tell you things!
- They can actually. You're 11 they knew you would not come in here and tell the truth. I'm here to help you though, not to judge.
- Whatever. How are you going to help me? - I ask crossing my arms.
- I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and I need you to answer, and be honest with me. You don't have to be scared of saying anything, even the worst things you think about, you say it, alright? - She asks and I just nod. - Alright, let's start with, why don't you like Y/n?
- Because I don't. - I shrug.
- You always hated her?
- Yes. As long as I can remember.
- Can't you think of, one reasonable reason? - She asks and I start thinking. Mom never payed attention to her ever since I can remember so it's not that.
- I don't know. Maybe I just got in trouble a lot and I knew mom would believe when I blamed Y/n. - I say louder, frustrated. What's this woman thinking?
- That's not a reasonable reason. - The therapist says shaking her head.
- And do I have to have one?
- No but it would be better if you did. Well clearly, you're the one who has issues with Y/n-
- Listen here lady, how long will I have to come here? A month? - I ask standing up. I'm ready to leave.
- You'll have to come until you're better. And you're far from better. A year if you're lucky. - She says and my mouth drops open. As I'm ready to begin throwing things on the ground she was quick to hold me until my anger was gone. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, why the hell am I crying?

Ariana's pov
As I'm watching Y/n dance, practicing her solo, I'm amazed.
- She's amazing your daughter. - One of the other moms says.
- Thank you. - I say smiling.
- She's my daughter's duet partner.
- Oh so you're, Jazmyn right? And your daughter's Sophia? - I say excited.
- Yes I am, and I am Sophia's mother. We're all surprised to see you here. You never really came since she was four. - She frowns and I sigh.
- A lot happened. - I say.
- Are things getting better?
- Yes. - I smile at her. - Or else I, wouldn't be here.
- Hey mom! - Y/n says coming to be. - Hey Jaz! - Y/n hugs that other mom.
- Hey honey. - Jaz says hugging her. - Where's Sophia?
- She's getting ready to run her solo. Mom we can go now I don't feel like staying for ballet class so we can-
- No, no way. You're staying Y/n you're outta that little vacation and you've got your technique to work on. - I say, Y/m sighs but nods. Yes. She knows she has to stay, if it was hip hop? Maybe she could skip it but ballet? No. - Alright let's go.
- Okay, uhm, it's a ballet private I've scheduled. - Y/n says biting her lower lip playing with her hands.
- You wanted to miss a class you scheduled yourself? - I frown. Y/n be getting crazy these days.
- I scheduled on Monday, today is Wednesday I'm tired. - She says as we walk to the other room so she does her private.
- I'd have to pay for a private you wouldn't have done. Imma make sure to always check your day schedule with your teacher. - I say and see Y/n rolling her eyes but I just ignore it.

Later - After dinner

- So, how was it with Alison today? - I ask Dalton after the girls went to sleep.
- Oh it was, really chill she just, tried to break the therapist's office. - He says in a playful way and I laugh slapping his arm.
- No but for real, what did Claudia say?
- Well, Alison has lots of problems and she was probably born with it. It's good though that she's going to therapy now, she might not have problems when she's older and maybe, totally reverse the situation. I don't know I didn't understand much I was, way too concerned with that therapist's office. - He says and I chuckle shaking my head.
- Looked expensive? - I give him a toothless smile, but he knows I'm sad.
- Yeah I mean, she's definitely got money. - He says and then I hear some noises from upstairs. We both run upstairs just to see Y/n and Alison pulling each other's hair.
- HEY! YOU TWO STOP? - I yell but nothing. I go to Alison while Dalton goes over to Y/n and we separate them, after a lot, of effort. - What the hell is going on? - I ask beyond angry.
- Y/N WAS GOING THROUGH MY STUFF! I CAME OUT OF THE BATHROOM AND SHE WAS CHECKING MY BAGS. - Alison yells and I frown. She sounds sincere.
- Alright no need to yell Alison. Y/n? Were you checking Alison's stuff? If yes, for what reason? - I caustically ask.
- I was. Because SHE GOT MY SPECIAL NECKLACE! - Y/n yells and I sigh. Y/n's special necklace is one my mom gave her when she was like, 5 years old, and even though she doesn't use it she keeps it in a special place.
- I DONT CARE ABOUT A STUPID OLD NECKLACE! WHY WOULD I GET IT?
- I DONT KNOW ALISON! YOU'RE SO SCREWED UP IN THE HEAD, YOU MIGHT DO ANYTHING FOR WHATEVER REASON! - Y/n yells and I'm taken aback. This isn't the Y/n I know.
- Alison sweetie, go to sleep, Y/n go to your room, baby. - I say and look at Dalton who looks confused. - Go rest I'll deal with Y/n.
- Okay. Good luck.
- Thanks. - I say going into Y/n's room.
- Don't even start. - Y/n quickly says after I come in, when I'm closing her door. What the hell?
- No no, you, don't even start. What's happening Y/n? What the fuck is going on this is not you at all!
- No need to yell! You might wake up your precious princess! - She says ironically and I roll my eyes.
- Things are changing, in case you haven't noticed.