Isabelle's POV
I look at Kyle, my psychologist for the very first time, he smiles at me warmly "hello Isabelle"
Justin and mom practically begged me to go to a psychologist saying 'I have to get better. I'm getting worse' when in fact I'm not as bad as they think I am. I am getting better but they just don't see it.
"Isabelle?" Kyle waves his hand in front of my face and I blink.. One time.. Two times..
I need to give him my best so he can tell my mom I'm fine, and I'm doing Okay.
I smile at him, "hey Kyle" I act casually holding my purse close to me, "how are you Isabelle?" He asks, I look at my fingers before turning my gaze to him.
"How old are you?" I ask noticing he's young, I stare at his features
Blonde, brown eyes, perfect hair, perfect nose, perfect lips, and when he smiles I notice his dimples. Cute.
"Twenty-five" I nod "yeah, you're young" I say as I rest my legs on the table, he takes a deep breath "you're not going to tell me how you doin?" He asks, "I'm fine" I smile.
"After everything you've been through, you say you're fine?" He asks, I nod "listen here, Kyle" I say
"I'm not going to tell you about how I feel, these are my feelings, my problems, MINE okay? And I'm doing perfectly fine" I smile at him "see?"
He stares at me for a moment before nodding his head "but I'm here to help, you know? i know I've been working for less an a year but I can-" I cut him off
"You misunderstood me" I say feeling my cheeks getting warm, "I'm not saying you ain't good. But I have my friends who can help me, who I can trust. I don't need that from you, I have my own friends who can help me"
"Well, let's talk about your friends then" I roll my eyes and sigh. This is going to be a long talk, "can we order pizza?" I ask, he chuckles and shakes his head before looking at me "sure. If it gets you to talk" he winks.
We end up eating pizza, talking about different things.. Things that have no connection with my incident nor friends.
"Isabelle, I'm looking forward to see you again" says Kyle when I stand up knowing my appointment is over, I nod "i guess I'll see you tomorrow" I sigh, he smiles and nods.
I finally leave and drive back to my home, I get inside and notice mom has made lunch, I walk to the table and see a note
Unexpected emergency at the hospital
I'm sorry I had to leave
Love
MomI put it aside and smile before eating alone.
It's been six weeks since I left the hospital, my first nights were full of nightmares and I refused anyone to sleep with me including Justin. I had to face them in my own. Justin would come everyday to encourage me, also Ryan and Taylor.
I stopped having any kind of physical contact with Justin, and I can see his hurt whenever he tries to touch me I'd pull away so he stopped. It isn't because I feel 'uncomfortable' but more like I feel butterflies in my stomach and I need more of his touches, it's starting to scare me.
"Hey Isabelle" I look up and see Justin smiling at me, "heyy" I say awkwardly, how the hell did he come in? "The front door was open" he says and I drop my jaw, Did I say that out loud? No I don't think so.
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