Cuts and Romance

Chapter 4: The Theraphist

(Present Day)

Days passed by.... Slowly turning into weeks... Then into months.... Then one say my mother screamed at the dining table on one fine sunday morning " I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. I had enough of this bullshit". I smiled inwardly and slightly nodded my approval because for the first time my mom just cursed.

"I had enough of tjis family drama. Mary sweetie i arranged someone for you. A theraphist." She said.

"Mom i dont need a theraphist. Im adjusting and am starting to see the error in my ways and trying to see the brighter side."

This of course is absolute garbage since my arms are more scar than skin. In fact the lines almost seem to form an abstract art. My mon snorted

"So the ever increasing number of scars on your arms are i qoute"starting to see the error of my ways"?" I stared mutely at her with an expression of despair guilt and sadness. I saw her fce soften and she said

" sweetie i love you and i want you to feel happy but i now see that i cant so i got soneone who could help me. He's about your age and has a great resume."

I said " wait mom did you say about my age??? If you did how can he be a theraphist?"

My mom grinned and answered " well he's a theraphist in training but he's just as good as a licensed one."

I just sighed " whatever you say mom. When will we start and where?"

My mom's smile went bigger and became a hell lot more mischievous " this saturday and every saturday to come until you feel better. Oh and uhm both of you will have your sessions out inthe backyard."

I groaned "mooooom" she patted my hand and kissed my cheek. Then i noticed that dad wasstaring out the window trying very hard to ignore us.

The week passed with the same routine.classes in the norning fights in the afternoon and dinner in the evening. Up until friday as i went to bed i had a strange feeling that i was going to be massively screwed....

And i wasnt wrong.

The next morning as i got up having totally forgotten that i have my first session today, still in my pajamas i shuffled to the dining room to grab breakfast. Only did when i sat down did i notice something wrong. My parents werent there only a black haired boy in black longsleeves holding a notebook smiling kindly at me.

I froze my spoon halfway up my mouth with cereal... Im frozen because i know this boy... And this particular boy is one i would never want to see again. As i sat there with an expression of complete horror. The boy took the spoon out of my hand and said

" hello Mary shall we start?" While he smiled my face never lost expression of absolute terror because this boy... Well we have a history.