〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰

Chapter 2 〰 As people like to call me

Lia's P.O.V

"Now please. Don't request a bloody story before heading to sleep. I'm going to have nightmares," dad laughed, standing up to walk to my shaking body slowly. "Come on, let's get you to sleep."

"Dad, I'm 16. I'm pretty sure I could handle going to bed myself."

"Yeah, yeah. Just head up the stairs. You don't want to get tackled down by the monsters now, do ya?"

I squealed loudly, hearing his growls and stomping footsteps behind me as I ran up the stairs. He was right behind my tracks and all I could do was boost my fear up and run to my bedroom, laughing.

This was a daily chase, but it's always been just as fun. I loved having such a great, caring father, but him being away from the house at noon, day, and night shifts, is really hard. Especially since I have no friends.

"Good, princess! Allow me to stuff this potion down your throat! You'll fall into deep, deep, DEEP sleep."

I gulped down my coughing medicine, rolling my eyes at his words. Let me clarify, I was daddy's VERY LITTLE, and only girl.

"Hope you get well soon, princess," he tucked me under the cold duvet before kissing my forehead softly. "Sweet dreams."

"Good night, dad," I smiled, leaning more into the multiple pillows settled beneath my head. "Don't forget to dream about that bitchy slut tonight!"

"Language, Lia!"

I softly chuckled before bringing my duvet over my shoulder. What dad had just told me a few minutes ago, was....well, pretty bad.

I can't believe my own mother was going to give me up for adoption. If it wasn't for dad, I would've been settling in a living hell.

Even he sounded oppressed talking about it, his last girlfriend ever, his first time holding his child in his arms.

His currently broken, shattered child.

What are my worries?

Walking down the school hall, or the school in general.

I feel humiliated, looking at all of them ignorant people staring at me, judging my body, my personality, my look...

Dad knows about my state, at first he thought it was pretty wonted for such an age. But then the report cards were being distributed on a sweet, beautiful, sunny day...not.

I never got informed about him coming to school for the annual guardian meeting, and he spotted me, and got a clear glimpse of my way of walking, acting and most importantly, my anti social state.

From that day then, he never stopped asking me if I was okay. I was glad he cares, but his questions slowly got me doubting myself, and later on it was no joke that I became an enclosed creature.

I hated socializing, with all its forms. My need to stay by myself increased, and after all, I stopped even trying to create new friends and bond with people.

They were enemies to me. Boy, only that it was what goes through my head, but what they do to me. Calling me names in my presence, making fun of my body, hating on my personality.

My head was constantly burning with thoughts, I felt like I never belonged in here.

And that voice inside of me telling me i should get help, was never understood.

''Y o u N e e d H e l p L i a.'

I know I do. I just don't know where to get it.