Rehabilitation (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eleven:

I stare at Dr. Styles big oak desk and he stares at me as I avoid all his questions. I'm exhausted and just want to sleep. I get that he is just trying to do his job, but I really don't have the patience for it. But I don't really have a choice in the matter.

"Arielle?" He says my name softly. "You made a scene plus hurt yourself. I cant just ignore this, or let you ignore this. Tell me what made you so upset."

"You'd think I'm crazy," I scoff, but not at him. I scoff at myself because I literally feel crazy. I could have sworn Hazel said Dean but now I'm not so sure. She said she didn't, but why would I just imagine that?

"Of course I wouldn't," he assures me. I know he's just saying this so he could get me to talk but I tell him anyways.

"I thought Dean found me," I exclaim.

"Why would you think?" He leans closer, interested in the topic.

"I thought I heard Hazel say his name. I never talked about him with her so I thought maybe he talked to her or something, I don't really know what I thought."

"Well did she say his name?"

"Apparently not," I sigh. "I was freaking out over nothing."

"How did you feel when you thought she said his name?"

"Scared," I admit. "I was afraid that he'd hurt me again."

"Are you tired of being hurt Arielle?"

"Of course I am. I'm tired of being controlled and feeling worthless. Even if I am worthless I'd rather not have to think about it."

"You're not worthless. Arielle, you know that right?" Dr. Styles asks.

I know he is trying to make me feel better but his words have no affect on me or how I feel. Dr. Styles doesn't know me, he doesn't care. Having him tell me I'm not worthless doesn't give me any hope and realization that he may be right because he doesn't know who I am.

"Yeah," I lie and look away from him. Gosh, I'm so tired.

"Well next time you feel like that just breathe and think of how far you've came and where you're at. He can't hurt you in here." He assures.

"I'll try."

"I hope you do," he says. "Now I want to talk about you."

"Isn't that what we have always been doing?" I ask him.

"No, a lot of our sessions were about you opening up or your problems. I want to talk about you, before anything traumatic happened, during the traumatic events, and now, after the events. But let's just take this one step at a time. Tell me about your family a year a ago."

"A year ago," I say thinking back. It just seems like such a foreign time, almost as if it wasn't my life. "Everything was fine. I mean we'd have small petty fights but almost every night before bed they'd be forgotten."

"You guys were happy?"

"Yeah, my family had their days where maybe the day wasn't going as planned, but everyone has those days."

"Right," he agrees. "That's very normal."

"I was finishing my last year of high school and Drew finishing his first year in college."

"So it was a very exciting time I assume?"

"Yeah," I nod in agreement. "I was ecstatic to be done with high school."

"What was your plan after you graduated?" He asks me and look down remembering how my plans were ruined.

"I was going to go out of state," I sigh.