Ricky dillon's sister

chap 29

Madi pov
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It's cold, it's brown, and it's full of degrees and untouched books, your stereotypical therapist's office.

What happened to me? I use to be untouchable, well, except when Alec was beating the crap out of me, but thats besides the point. I use to have a say in my life. Go out at midnight come back at 5, do it all again the next day. Party, get high whenever I felt like it. Now? Now, I'm sitting in a fucking therapist's office, waiting to be looked at like I'm crazy, the joy.

Jc dropped me off, he said he was gonna grab some lunch while I was here then we could eat it at home. I'm jumping for joy.

The doctor isn't here yet, which I'm completely fine with, the longer she takes the shorter this session is. You could say this isn't my first time. A seasoned veteran if you will. You waste as much time as possible that way you don't have to waste as much time with awkward banter and people get off your ass because you're 'making progress'. Win-win situation if you ask me. But then again, I am mentally unstable so I may not be the most reliable answer.

The clock seemed to tick endless, with each second it got longer. Honestly my anxiety is through the roof right now. Each therapist is different. Some more demanding, some only in it for the money, a rare few that really do want you to be ok, some who are just as fucked up as you. It's a roll of dice really.

After another five endless minutes the door finally opens. "Hi I'm Doctor Tarence, but you can call me Stacy."

She's young. Maybe late twenties early thirties, probably fresh out of school, loaded with all her new age mental talk. She had thick black hair that was pulled into a pony tail, darker skin, mostly from Indian decent. She's pretty, but none the less, she's a shrink.

" Madi" I say blankly. 42 more minutes.

" Its nice to meet you! I know therapists usually give you a long spiel about how this is a safe space and all that, or try and play stupid 'lets get to know each other games' but honestly I think they're stupid and uncomfortable so I'm just gonna ask what'll make you the most comfortable."

" Leaving." Look, she seems nice and whatever, but this is still therapy, the bottom line with always be money.

She gives a small laugh. "Madi, I know I'm not your first therapist, but I do genuinely want to see you succeed."

" I appreciate the concern but like you said this isn't my first time. I want to go home no offense to you. "

"None taken. Madi, the young man that dropped you off here, is he your brother? "

I refuse to answer. Not just because I'm stubborn, and by not answering they usually give up, but I don't know what Jc is to me. I mean, he's been more of a brother than Ricky, but, I barely know the guy, and when you have faith in someone it never turns out right. Is he just someone looking over the broken girl till she's fixed? Or is he someone who I can count on?

" I'll peg it as complicated. Whoever he is to you, he really cares Madi. He wants to see you get better, he wants you to be happy. Thats why I was late. He wouldn't stop gushing about how important it is that you let someone help you."

I doubt that. This is one of the oldest tactics in the books.

" He told me about your issues. " I freeze. Who gave him the right to tell my personal information to anyone who asks? Isn't that illegal or something? "I know you probably hate him now, but he only did what he thought was best. "

I just stare at the floor, I will not let them win. Honestly I'm just so overwhelmed right now. I know I'm messed up, but that doesn't mean talking with a stranger is going to help. Sometimes I just want a friend. Amanda was taken away from me, and I haven't seen Violet since that night. Jc thinks he's doing what's best but, how could he know? He's never had to deal with this. And the therapist just makes me feel like more of a mental case. "Life's hard, Madi. And people disappoint, and mess up, but that should stop you from living. You've been severally wrong in the past, but its my job to help you move on from that, you just have to let me."

12 more minutes. "Those boys aren't going to give up on you, as much as you want them to. They care. And I get that its scary, but you deserve someone to care about you. Well, I'll see you next week ok?" I look at the clock and realize the twelve minutes are gone. Weird.

She gets up and opens the door. " Madi, if you wouldn't talk to me, at least talk to the boys. You deserve to be happy." And with that she walks out the door. Leaving me in the empty room, filled with my thoughts.

Jc's POV

I see Stacy walk out the door and my heart skips. I want to know everything. Madi probably said nothing but hopefully Stacy picked up on something that'll help us at home, God knows we need it. I stand up and greet her. " So?"

"You're right. She's so... damage.... so closed off. I did the best I could in the hour I had, hopefully it makes some kind of difference."

"She's a good kid you know, just a litte lost." I believe that with all my heart. Despite all the rude remarks, or times she's lashed out, she's a good kid, she just needs to see it for herself.

"I know. She's scared, she deserves better. She could do something with herself if she only saw the good in her. I'll see her next week?"

"Of course. How much?" I grab my wallet, therapist are expensive, but Madi's worth it. I wanna know the Madi Ricky described so many years ago. I know she'll never be exactly the same, when you go through something like this you never are, but I'm gonna get as close as I can.

"No, I wanna see her succeed. She has such potential to do great things and if she continues on this path she won't live long enough to do them. Her therapy is on me."

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Yes I'm horrible at updating, but at least they're long chapters, right? No. Oh well. Hope you enjoy.

Who's on summer break? !? I am, fuck school!!