Breathe (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Three

ARDEN'S POV:

"What I don't understand about women," I said as I helped set the table for dinner. "Is that you insist on inviting a woman and her family over for dinner that we barely know just because you went to high school together."

"We knew each other a bit! You need to get used to her because you'll be seeing her an awful lot," my mom said, her voice firm.

"I think it's weird. She's my fricking psychiatrist! It's weird for her to come over for dinner and for her to be friends with you!" I protested, laying out the table cloth on the table.

"Well I guess you'll have to get over that quickly," she answered in a tight voice. "Now go get ready. They'll be here soon."

"What do you mean by 'get ready'? I'm going to wear this," I said, gesturing to my All Time Low shirt, jeans, and Vans.

She looked like she was about to say something but decided against it. "Just go upstairs."

I bounded up the steps, glad to escape the kitchen. Speaking to my mom about therapy makes me uncomfortable.

I turned up my Mayday Parade, singing quietly while I straightened my hair a bit more.

"When you seen my friends, tell them hi for me. Tell them what you think about the way you-" I sang but was cut off by the lack of music.

"Mom," I complained. She knew just as well as I did that I hate it when people turn down my music.

"The Tomlinson's are here. It's just Mrs. Tomlinson and her son who, by the way, is very cute." she said in that motherly 'that boy is cute and your single so have children together' voice.

"Moooooom," I whined, following her downstairs, dreading the night to come. We walked to the front door and my mom opened it.

Standing there was Mrs. Tomlinson, her blonde hair and brown eyes a huge contrast to the boy's feathery brown hair and blue eyes. He was super attractive.

"Hey Tanya!" my mom said in a high pitched voice that every woman seem to use when greeting another woman.

"Hey! You look wonderful! Your landscaping is lovely!" Mrs. Tomlinson gushed, stepping inside, followed by the boy.

"Oh thank you! We just had it done last year! Are you guys hungry? Dinner's almost finished." my mom said, gesturing for everyone to take a seat in the dining room.

"Oh yes, everything smells delicious! Oh, Arden, I almost forgot! This is my son, Louis." she said, gesturing to the boy.

"Hi," I said, my voice smaller than usual.

"Hello," he said, his voice higher pitched than I thought but somehow very melodic and intriguing.

"Arden is one of my patients." she informed Louis. His blue eyes looked to me, his expression unreadable. At that moment, I felt like crying. Why did Mrs. Tomlinson say that? Now he thinks that I'm some messed up, emotionally unstable girl with attachment issues. But I suppose that's what I am. I played with the rubber bracelets that decorated my wrists, feeling ashamed of who I was.

Luckily, my mom walked in with dinner just then.

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"Why didn't you talk more with Louis?" my mom asked as she closed the heavy wooden door behind the Tomlinson's.

"What is there to say? 'Hi I'm Arden and I'm messed up and need a therapist'?" I asked, clearing the table.

"Arden Marie, you are not messed up." my mom said forcefully.

"Really? Because normal girls don't go through each day wishing they were dead!" I yelled at her, suddenly very angry. Sometimes my emotions get out of hand.

"I have given you everything," she said, trying to keep her voice controlled.

"No, you didn't. Remember that time you hit me? I felt worthless. I feel worthless when you put me under constant pressure to be perfect!" I yelled again.

"I saved your damn life! Have a little appreciation!" she said, her voice increasing in volume as she practically threw a fork into the dishwasher.

"Appreciative towards the fact that you stopped me from dying? I wanted to die!" I was screaming now, tears pricking my eyes.

"Go to your room, now!" my mom yelled.

Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that our night ended in a screaming match. It almost always did.

I ran up to my room and cranked up The Silence by Mayday Parade, crying as I got ready for bed.

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