Give Me Therapy

Chapter One

 I checked my bags a final time as my alarm clock went off, alerting me that at any moment a black stretch limo will be arriving to pick me up.

 I already knew that I had everything I needed, not only for myself, but for my work as well. I ran my fingers through my brunette hair as I sighed with anxiety. I couldn't understand why I felt so nervous. Oh wait, it's because my ex-best friend who was the best thing that ever happened to me -that also abandoned me without a goodbye- is now a singer in a famous band that I’m suppose to be touring with for the summer as I write all about them and how perfect his and his friend’s lives turned out.

Oh happy days.

Not.

 I wrapped my arms around myself, clutching my stomach as I looked in the mirror. I was dressed in a black knee length pencil skirt and a light blue blouse with the top bottoms undone, but it wasn't my outfit that I was scrutinizing. Instead, I was looking into my own eyes finding a trace of fear and pain.

 "It's going to be alright." I watched my reflection as I said the words, hoping that seeing them said by myself will make the terrible feeling in my stomach disappear.

 I closed my eyes, but the alarm on my phone was still blaring. I shook my head and opened my eyes. Reaching down I turned off the alarm and slid my iPhone 4 back into my little black purse. I walked across my bedroom over to my closet which was mostly empty besides one pair of black strappy heels. I slid open the closet door and looked down at the heels before I bent over and picked them up.

 Sitting down on the end of my bed, I slid on the heels and looped the straps. Once I sat up I heard a car pull up into my driveway. Looking out of the window I could see the stretch limo reflecting the Baltimore Maryland sun. I sighed lightly and stood up, grabbed my luggage, and made my way to the door.

 When I opened the door I found the chauffeur was already at my doorstep. He was dressed in a simple black suit and the silly chauffeur hat that he tipped for me. "Evening m'am," he said with a polite smile on his face.

 "Hey," I said as I stepped outside and set my bags and suitcases next to him before turning around and locking my front door. "My name is Mr. Jones and I'll be your driver for the evening. May I take your luggage?" Mr. Jones said as he looked down at all the crap I had just set down.

 "Uh, yeah sure," I tried to pull on a sincere smile but it came out more of a facial twitch. Mr. Jones nodded and picked out half of my bags that were full of equipment for work and headed to the limo. I watched as he struggled to open the trunk and he dropped two of my bags. I quickly made my way over and helped him out. "Thank you m'am," he smiled as he went back over to my doorstep to retrieve the suitcases that carried my personal belongings.

 "No problem," I said he finished stuffing the rest of my things into the trunk of the limo. Mr. Jones quickly made his way to the side of the limo and opened the door for me. "After you," he said. "Why thank you," I nodded at him as I stepped inside.

 Mr. Jones closed the door behind me as walked up to the driver’s seat and climbed in, but I couldn't see him for the back seat that I was sitting in. I looked around the limo and was surprised to see a mini fridge in front of me. I opened it up and inside was various flavored waters and a few fresh fruit cartons. I reached in and grabbed a Raspberry Fruit20. I broke the cap off and brought the bottle to my lips and gulped down the sweet water.

 I leaned back as the limo pulled out of my driveway. I looked at my pretty two story house that used to belong to my grandparents before they passed away. I've lived in this house ever since I was a young girl; I lived with my grandparents when my own mother and father died in a car crash.

 I don't know why I continued to live in this house, even with my grandparents gone, and the past that I most recently am facing. It's just the one thing in my life that couldn't leave me unless I wanted it too. This is why my stomach flipped when we turned the corner and the house was out of sight.

 I looked down to the half empty water bottle in my lap and leaned against the cold leather seats. I couldn't believe I was going through with this job. I needed the promotion and the raise, but facing /him/ is almost too much for me.

 ***

 Before I knew it the limo was slowing to a stop. I looked out the window and saw a large tour bus in an empty parking lot. I sat up and brought my face closer to the window as I looked at the five young men waiting outside in front of the bus.

 There was a guy with a shaved head and a stubble beard leaning against the bus with his arms folded and a smile on his face, he was wearing a black T-shirt and some dark wash jeans, Next to him was a muscular boy with brown hair that curled. He wore a red t-shirt with a band logo that I couldn't read. Another guy with longer black hair with blonde streaking through it like a skunk’s tail was wearing a plaid shirt which was completely unbuttoned with a t-shirt rolled up in the middle like a bra, and a pair of sunglasses. He looked like he was talking pretty loudly and apparently whatever he was saying was funny because everyone either smiled or laughed. Next to him was another guy in a purple hoodie with a leather jacket over it. His brown hair was messy from what I could see sticking out from under his grey beanie. I also noticed that he was wearing that he was wearing the tightest pants I ever saw on a guy in my life. My hands tightened into fists when I saw them. I recognized all of them now. From my childhood, from before they left me, I just didn't want to even bother with thinking of their names.

 How in the world was I supposed to write a documentary about them or their success?

 Whatever, I looked over at the fifth person who was wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt with a blue goodie, some simple jeans, and converse. He was talking on his cell phone and I could tell he was someone I've never met before, for which I was grateful for.

 The limo slowed to a complete stop around ten feet away from the guys. I unclenched my fists as I heard the driver door open and close. "Breathe," I whispered to myself. I knew I needed to stay calm. I wonder if they would recognize me. Would they apologize? Will they be happy? I never considered what they might think when they saw me. So many possibilities ran through my mind as the guys looked over at the limo. I knew that they couldn't see through the blacked out windows but I felt like they were all looking right at me. Especially Alex.

 I sat up a little straighter as the chauffeur opened the door and reached out for my hand. I grabbed his and slid one leg out of the limo and I heard someone whistle. Then I slid out my other leg and Mr. Jones pulled me to my feet. When I stepped out of the limo I realized that I just reached the threshold.