Chapter 9: Honesty Is The Best Policy

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"Hi Sophie, how are you?" I hear my mom say from downstairs. "Almost ready, Lucy?"

"Yes, Mom," I call back. I'm wearing my favorite ripped jeans with a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket. My long, brown hair is in a fishtail braid. It bounces against my back as I hop down the stairs.

"Hey, Lucy," she says awkwardly.

"Hi. Are you ready to start the 'therapy' session?" I reply.

"Lucy!" Mom yells. She hates my sarcasm.

"Sorry! Geez," I apologize. "Follow me, Sophie. I have some ideas of what we can talk about."

"Remember girls, there's food and drinks here waiting for you when you're ready."

"Okay. Thanks Mom."

I show Sophie the way to my room. We sit on my bed. For a minute, she doesn't say anything. She just looks around the room with a blank stare.

She's keeping something in. There's no other reason she could be so shy. But what could she be hiding? I'm the one with the secret here.

"So... I'm assuming you don't want to talk about the other day so let's--"

"I have to tell you something important," she blurts. I did not expect this kind of outburst from her. Actually, it kinda startled me.

I assume that the shocked expression plastered across my face was the reason for Sophie to shy away. I have to encourage her thoughts, otherwise these sessions are going to be indisputably mundane. How do I take on this kind of supportive approach? Asking what she wanted to say would probably be a good start.

"Go on, what is it?" I ask with a much calmer face.

"It's about the beast. When I saw it, it looked," She hesitated.

"Looked like what?"

"Fake."

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