Unnecessary Communication: UNDER RE-WRITE, DIFFERENT BOOK AVAILABLE! SAME TITLE!

Chapter 6: Rydia's P.O.V

I woke up in the morning, happier then I've ever been. I stretched on my bed, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sleepers in the corners.  I got up walking to the bathroom to take a shower. I looked in the mirror, noticing my hair was sticking up in different directions.  I laughed at my reflection and got in the shower, scrubbing my apple shampoo deep in my scalp.

As always, I grab a granola bar and money for coffee, heading off to town to go shopping.

I also hated walking, but it kept me in shape, and Sin was probably sleeping, so I just walked the short distance to town.  I went to the little supermarket, grabbing a basket for my goods.  I quickly grabbed another box of granola bars, a bag of cat food, and went over to the noodle isle.  As usual I couldn't decide on what flavor of top ramen to get.  Instead of chicken, I went out on a limb and got beef.

I turned down the book isle, needing some reading material for the therapy session.  I always brought a book to the sessions, because when Nox would drone on about me needing to express my feelings so they don't get bottled up and blah blah blah.

I settled on a book called Xena: Warrior Princess.  I'm pretty sure it'll be a weird to read, considering I stay away from these types of books, but maybe it'll be good.  I grabbed some apples, lettuce, and other goodies.

I left feeling good about my load, hoping I could make a meal tonight, not just get take-out.  Walking home with those loaded bags of goodies was hard, but I managed.

Until I saw a familiar face in sight, in front of my apartment complex.  Steven.

I walked past him, fear gripping me, trying to act like I didn't even know who he was.  Unfortunately when I reached my door, I dropped my keys.  When I bent down to get them I knew that he was right behind.

"Hello Rydia.  How are you now a days?"  He asked me coolly, leaning against my door frame.   him,

I hesitantly looked up at him, noticing he grew his brown hair out, spiking it in different directions.  He looked thinner and older, but that was because he was 28, and I was only 20.

"Hi S-Steven, I've been g-good," I stuttered looking back at the door, trying to unlock it while balancing two bags of groceries. 

Steven placed his hands on either side of my body, trapping me against the door, with hs chest against my back.  "Now Rydia, is that anyway to treat the ones you love?"

I started to get angry, but suddenly the feeling was replaced with love, this happened everytime we met.  I looked up at him, smiling invitingly.  He flipped me around to face him, leaning down to kiss me.  When he did, it felt wrong, and he knew I felt it.  So he kissed me harder, hungrier.

Suddenly, he was thrown off me, Sin taking his place, his back pressed against my chest, looking furious.  "Now, who might you be?" Steven hissed at Sin, crouching down in a defensive position.

"Her savior and you're worst nightmare," Sin hissed back, copying Steven's pose.

"Now Sin, don't be too out there.  I believe I'm your worst nightmare.  Along with her's," Steven said, regaining his posture, walking away.  I was so confused now.  "I will be back Rydia, so don't be too lonely without me," he said, not turning to look at me.

Sin stayed in his pose until he knew Steven was long gone.  He turned to me, just engulfing me in a hug, asking me if I was alright.

"Darling, who was that?"

"A family friend," I mumbled, not wanting to explain anything to him yet.  And he understood, not pushing for answers, just resuming where we left off, but always looking around for Steven.

Sin drove me to therapy, walking me all the way to the room.  "Now call me when you're done, okay?"

I smiled up at him and nodded.  He walked away, and I went into the therapy room.

"Hello Rydia.  I decided that we are going to continue with this letter witing to people you resent.  It seems to be the most productive," Nox muttered to me, looking as uninterested as ever.  I nodded, grabbing a piece of paper to write on.  I took a seat and began my letter:

Dear Steven,

I really really hate you.  It may seem different when you're with me, but I have no idea what comes over me.  Believe me, I definitely don't feel like that when I think about you. 

Actually I try really hard not to think about you.  It hurts to much, and it just gets me really angry.

Why?  Why did you have to do that to me when I was seven?  I was just a kid, I didn't deserve to be treated like that, like some slut you picked off the side of a road.  You're just sick in the head I'm guessing, you need to go to the mental institute and get checked out.  You are a whole eight years older then me, you can't se me as you please.

Did you know that you totally messed up my thoughts about men?  I can't walk down the street without being fearful of every man I pass.  It took me a whole year to trust Rick and Lance, and they are really good guys.  Unlike you.

And now that I've met Sin, someone I had no trouble in trusting, I forget about you and you're sick ways.

I hope you rot in hell Steven.

Rydia.

I placed the letter on the coffee table, just like lasttime, except I didn't twidle my thumbs, I paced hoping this session was ending.

"Okay Rydia, we still have twenty more minutes left on the clock, so lets talk about your childhood," I groaned, sitting back in front of the shrill, bony woman.  "Now what was most traumatic in your childhood?"  Nox asked, looking hopeful in getting answer this time.

I hesitated before shaking my head.  "I don't want to talk about it.  Just know that when I was Seven, something very bad happened to me."

That was the most I had evertold her, so she took it, happy to get something.  "Alright, it seems that we are making progress.  Oh and I should've told you before, but I read that letter you wrote to your father."

Okay now that made me furious.  "You what!?"  I shouted at her, standing up.

"I also mailed it to him, it justso happened your mom knew where he lived," she said leaning back in her chair, happy with herself.

"That was not what was supposed to happen!  How could you?"  I already knew the answer to thatquestion, so I grabbed the recently written letter, ripping it up into little pieces before I stuffed it into my purse.  I stormed out of the room, calling Sin up for him to come get me.

I stood in front of the building waiting for him to pull up.  When he did, he jumped out, hugging me, knowing something was wrong. 

I thanked him, climbing into the car, ready to leave.

{The song for this chapter is Pain by Three Days Grace}