She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 16

Malory's POV

I remember walking into a room similar to this same one many years ago, the dreaded memories. The time I spent endlessly staring at my feet or the wall not making a sound while a person I didn't even know told me how to live my life without my dad and sketched notes on their notepad. The funny thing was I didn't care about my dad, I was too young to understand. I rarely saw him and he was always on 'business trips'. On the odd occasion he would come home from work early and we would have a family dinner but it was always dead silent, the dinners always ended up as a screaming match between my Mum and my Dad anyway. I always thought he would've come back and he did. The night that me and my mum were sitting in front of the tv around two years ago now. She was braiding my hair and we laughed like any other normal mother and daughter would do on a Saturday night at home until there was a loud knock on our door. I remember mum getting up and answering it and the door slamming the wall as it was violently pushed open and a drunk man stumbled in, the man I claimed to be my father. He had stubble on his chin and hair sticking in every direction. He wore a dress shirt that was untucked and a tie half undone with a crazed look in his blue eyes. He pushed my mum roughly away and she just stood there in horror as my father walked clumsily towards me in his drunken state. I still remember his words, "daddy's home," and my mum just stood there and watched. She watched on as I stumbled back my back pressed against the wall in a crouched position as he reached towards me in an almost lovingly way if hadn't of been for his crazed, drunk eyes. Then he saw the scared girl cowering in front of him, the girl that he once claimed to be his little princess. How I failed to run up to him screaming out his name and wrapping my arms around him like I did when I was little. An angry, annoyed look filled his face. He screamed obscenities at me and I remember every one of the insults hitting me like a slap in the face. He yanked me up by my hair and screamed at me to hug him and be grateful he was home. I cried and screamed in pain as my mum just watched on, tears streaming down her face. She just watched. When I didn't say anything he slapped me across the face and threw me to the wall and I landed in a crumpled mess on the floor. Sobbing into my hands I remember how I dared not to look up but I peaked between my hands to stare at him anyway. He was stumbling towards my mother who still stood in the same place of horror. He reached up hands clasping around her neck and tightening in a strangling hold as he pushed her against the wall and screamed, "look what you have raised without me! A pathetic, worthless, piece of shit." She seemed to snap out of her daze and looked at me with a different perspective, she looked at me like the kids would do at school, judging the new kid for the first time. The image of her looking at me like she did would forever be in-burnt into my brain and I remember running up to my room. That was the night I discovered the delight in slicing open my own skin, the way it made the pain that little bit more bearable. My mum and I had patched up majority of the things since but we both knew that it would never be the same between us. "Malory?.." Said a calm high pitched voice, "Malory? Hello..?" I was snapped from my daze as I stared at tall woman with blonde, shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes with glasses perched on her sharp nose. She wore a black pencil skirt, peach blouse and cream cardigan, with a clipboard wedged under her thin arm. Her other arm was extended out towards mine, I took it with my own as she said, "my name's Jenny and I'm your counsellor." I nodded and took a seat in the black leather couch and she took a seat in the armchair. Before we even started talking she took out her notepad and jotted down a few notes. "Now Malory from what I've gathered you attempted suicide, practiced self harm and have a mild eating disorder?" She looked down at me in a professional way. I hated how they did that. "Yes," I said with confidence straightening my back. Come on Malory. Lying and faking it isn't new to your vocabulary, I would be out of this place in no time. "And how are you feeling now?" She asked with the glint of curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Fine." Lie. "I realised what I did was wrong and I wasn't myself." Lie. She blinked a little and wrote down some more notes. She was definitely not experienced, this should be easy. "Why do you think it was wrong?" She inquired. "Because.." Oh crap. Think, think, think Malory, think, "um, because it was irrational and I was too caught up in my emotions, I should have gotten help." Her eyebrows rose and she said, "and what were these emotions?" I sighed I'm pretty sure when people train to become counsellors all they teach them is how to ask continuous questions, "I don't really remember, sadness and being alone. But I think I was over thinking things and school was making me stress out and I over-reacted." Lie. After many questions and lies from me she said, "okay Malory. Great start," she stood up and I did the same, "I'll see you the same time next week." She lead me to the door as I smiled and said, "goodbye." She waved and ushered me out the door inviting the next poor sucker in for her never ending, pointless questions. I dropped the fake smile and walked outside into the light rain, pulling my hood over my head and my jacket tighter around my stomach. Jackson's car lay on the other side of the road and I ran to the passenger side and flopped in quickly closing the door shut. He had a book in hand, in which he looked deeply engrossed in and he looked up to meet my eyes, "ready to go?" "Yea, all finished," I replied as I put my seat belt on and leaned back into the car seat. I liked Jackson's car. I don't know where he got the money to buy it but it was comfortable and smelt like him, like home. He put a ripped piece of paper in his book marking the page he was up to and put it on the back seat. He started up the engine as it purred to life and he put it into gear.

"So how was it?" He asked as he pulled away from the curb and drove down the vacant road.

"It wasn't that bad actually." Lie. Both of our eyes never pealed from the road but I knew that he knew that I was lying by the way I could see him frowning from the corner of my eye but he said nothing.

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