Exposed to you

Chapter 1

Jess Pov:
*She has green eyes like her mother.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Coming home from my friends to see my house burning down to the ground in front of my very eyes. Watching as red, yellow, and orange flames with blacking smoke took away every childhood memory I ever had in this house away.

I remember helplessly watching as the EMTs took my mother's cold and slightly blue body from our small pond in the back of the house. I remember uselessly fighting police officers to get close to her to feel her hand in mine; hoping that if I touched her I would wake and this would all be but a terrible dream. And that I would see her soft green eyes as I awoke screaming from terror like I usually did.

But I wouldn't.

Instead I would be forced into the back of a cop car, my ten-year-old body no match for the trained officers. I would be taken to the police department where my aunt Sandra would come in an hour later screaming and crying over the death of her younger sister.

She would hold onto me for dear life hoping in some insane way that her sister would come back through me, like I could somehow wake her from the dead. Hours later I would be forced into living with my grieving aunt as I had no other family that was known about.

Two weeks after I would sit front row of my dad's court hearing, him being prosecuted for the murder of my mother, the disappearance of my eldest brother Josh, and finally for property destruction. The courtroom had been vacant other than who were needed including my aunt and I.

My father would ever so often turn around and stare at me with eyes that I used to see as loving and caring. But now the brown orbs were cold, unfeeling, and hollow permanently stuck in my brain. As he went before the judge he pled insanity but I could tell full and well he was lying. To my surprise, the jury couldn't they believed him and only gave him 18 years with mental help.

I remember that just before they took him away he asked to say a final goodbye to his dear daughter which they granted him. As he pulled me into a tight hug he whispered in my ear the most grueling things that have kept me awake every night for 7 years.

"I killed your mother, I killed your brother and your lucky you weren't there. But know this baby girl, I will have finished what I started no matter how long it takes me."

His voice were like nails on a chalkboard, I wanted to vomit at how his breath hit my ear with every awful word he whispered to me. That was the last thing he said as he was taken away from me forcefully and behind a wooden door where he would be put in prison.

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I remember it all whether I'd like to or not, but as I stare at my chipped nails I'm brought back to reality from hearing Dr.Vera's annoying voice.

"Now tell me Jesse has anything changed in the past month since our last session."Dr. Vera tapped her pen on the table trying to gain my undivided attention.

I uncrossed my legs and put my hands folded in front of me while putting my most impassive face-up, as I looked at the women in front of me. She wore a black jumpsuit with a white lab coat over it and her straight hair was left down going just over her shoulders. Her gray eyes were complemented by her platinum blonde hair which made them look somewhat striking. Other then that she looked like any other psychiatrist I've met, judgmental and always acts as if they are above their patients.

"Well..." she prompted which only annoyed me more inciting my eyes to roll before meeting hers.

I shrugged nonchalantly not caring "I don't know doc, has anything about you changed since the last time we met?" My bored voice echoing in the small office making me value the silence more.

"Jesse this isn't about me, please stop trying to avert the attention from you." she said smiling at me but it didn't reach her eyes. I could see right past all the fakeness of it, but two could play at that game.

I gave out a short humorless laugh " What do you mean about me, this hasn't been about me for the past two sessions" I spoke my voice cold as I tilted my head to the side while narrowing my eyes slightly at her. Her lips went into a thin strained line on her face either out of anger or annoyance. She put her silver pen she had been taking notes with down and clasped her hands in front of her on her desk.

"Oh really, care to enlighten me?" Vera tilted her head the same way I did as if mocking me. (Oh you bitch).

I scooted my chair closer to her polished wooden desk so that I could lay my elbows on it. I laid my chin on my fisted hand and leaned even closer to her looking directly into her eyes with my guarded ones.

I gave out a bitter chuckle "Come on Ver, you and I both know better. This isn't at all about me, every time I come in here you write silly useless notes in that notepad of yours and about what.? I have the same exact answers to the same exact questions you ask me. Let's be honest you probably just doodle in there to pass time. And you know what? Every time I come in here I leave that exact same way I came."

I let out a short condescending laugh 'but you doc, you also know that every time I leave here your pockets get fuller with my aunt's money."

I scooted back and crossed my arms over my chest" So yeah this isn't about me." I finished giving her the same plastic smile that didn't reach my eyes the same one she gave me not too long ago.

Her face was flushed while she took a minute just staring at me before she cleared her throat and sat up straighter. She gave me a semi hard glare before muttering " Jesse if you wish to not be here, all you have to do is say so."

"I want to be here just as much as you do, which quite frankly isn't at all." I rolled my eyes again over this whole ordeal.

"Then I think this session is done, you may exit." She smiled her fake smile at me again just begging to be slapped off. I got out of my chair grabbing my handbag off the floor before walking out of her door into the waiting room. As soon as my aunt seen me she smiled and stood up preparing to leave.

"May I have a word with you Ms.Sandra?" Vera asked from right behind me in the doorway. My aunt looked at her then turned to me giving me a questioning look.

"Yes doctor Vera, honey just sit right here and wait for a minute." She said to me before she followed Vera into the room. I huffed before plopping myself into the chair right next to the open door and listened into their not so quiet conversation.

"Sandra I'm afraid this isn't going to work out."

"What do you mean this isn't going to work out? Dr.Vera what's going on?" My aunt asked with what sounded like concern but I knew better than to believe that.

"Your niece... She's very cut off, These sessions don't seem to be working for her. She's just too dare I say it broken I can't help her." Vera told my aunt, my hands fisted out of anger. How dare she say that I'm broken she barely knows me. And there's a fine line between not being able to help someone and not wanting too. And she sure as hell didn't put up much of an effort to "help" me.

"Please, there has to be something we can do at least one more session. Your the 20th doctor we've seen so far I don't think we can handle another." My aunt pleaded, probably letting out a stray crocodile tear.

"I'm sorry Ms. Sandra but I don't want to waste your time." (too late)

"But there is someone else I can refer you too if you would like?" Vera said probably sporting a fake sincere look on her face. It seems that's all people are these days, fake just fake.

"Yes, that would be nice. Please email it to me but for now, i think that I'm just going to go thank you doctor." Sandra said as she came to the door and looked at me with a quick glare before waving at Vera.

I stood quickly as Sandra forcefully grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the building. I knew I would have a nice bruise later by the way she held onto my arm just a little bit too tightly.

Boy was I in for it now.