Taken (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-One

Hey guys!!! So first of all, I’d like to apologize for the super long wait… School is really taking all the free time I have and I can only write on weekends cause I’m really really busy….

So for the therapy sessions, I just guessed and used my imagination so please forgive me if this doesn’t even happen in real life…

Oh and YES!!! I DO have the same birthday as Liam Payne…. Hahahaha…but I’m 7 years younger than him…=(

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Happy reading to all!!!!!!!

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*Allison’s POV

“Ok, have fun Ali!!” Jane said as she dropped me off infront of the building. It was a bit large and I figured it must be a hospital only the doctors are therapists. I can feel my heart beating really fast as if it would come out of my ribcage any moment now. I took one last breath then walked in. It was actually surprisingly quite homey. I asked the girl in the desk where to go and she kindly led me to it. I took another deep breath before walking in. I slowly creaked the door open and peeked in.

“Hello Allison…I’m Dr Suzanne Richards…sit down, sit down..” she smiled kindly at me as I walked in, closed the door behind me and she directed me to a chair opposite to hers and I obediently sat down.

“Wait, you’re American??” I asked confusingly.

“Apparently, yes…yes I am..” she answered as she got out a clipboard and positioned the pen on it.

“So Allison…can you tell me about yourself first??” she said after jotting down a few notes.

“Umm, sure…My full name is Allison D. Parker… I’m 16, turning 17 on 29th of August…ummm…I live with my mom, dad, mentally disabled brother, and my sister who’s also a bipolar…”

“Ok, can you tell me more about your family??”

“Umm, my mom is ok, a little hot-tempered sometimes but sometimes she can also be kind…my dad is compassionate and is kinda a softy and I’m closer to him than I am with my mom…my brother was born with his disorder so we really couldn’t do much but he does go through therapy…my sis is probably the one who’s closest to me in the house since we tell each other everything...she’s also like me but she also is like my brother at some points….” I answered as I tried to remember everything.

“Ok then…can you tell me about other people in your life now…like friends and such..” she said as she jotted more on her clipboard.

“Uhhh, I only have one friend back home…”

“Why?”

“Uhhh, because I’m not really that social towards other people and most of them are popular so….I don’t ride with them…”

“Do you get bullied?? Or any of the sort that make you feel bad about yourself??”

“Uhh, no I don’t get bullied…just recently though but I don’t mind them…But I do, I mean I am, really insecure about myself…”

“Why?”

“Because, uhhh…………I don’t know..”

“Ok…when do you get insecure most of the times??”

“When I see other girls who look better than me…and ARE actually better than me…”

“Ok…” she said as she scribbled again and looked at me immediately again.