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22.

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"Good morning Griffin" Richard let's me into his office, urging me to sit. I take a seat on the middle cushion of his couch, my usual spot and cross my legs before leaning back against the couch "Would you like to talk about Mandy today?" He asks and my jaw clenches at the sound of her name.

"No" I grit.

"Griffin, it needs to be talked about at some point" He sighs.

"She's dead. What more is there to talk about Richard?"

"Have you had any contact with Austin?" He asks, flipping through his notebook.

"No" I shake my head "And I don't plan to"

"So, you don't think he should know about Mandy?"

"No, I do not" I shake my head "If this is all we're going to talk about, I'm going to leave" I begin to stand up, but what he says next stops me.

"Austin seems to be very worried about you"

"How would you know?" I grit.

"Because I talked to him this morning. He's a nice boy, and he's dedicated to you, why won't you let him help you?" He asks,  and my eyes widen, my breathing increasing.

"Fuck this" I grit, running towards the door, and opening it, running down the hallway. I can't believe he was there, talking to my therapist. You'd think he'd get the hint that nobody fucking wants him around, so I don't understand why the hell he keeps going, he keeps picking. It's pisses me off and I've had enough of it.

I speed home, and storm up the steps to see if Austin is still in my room, and just like I thought he still is. He looks up at me as I enter the room, his eyes widening slightly when he sees my angered expression.

"Griffin, what happened?"

"Why the fuck do you think it's okay to go to my therapist? Who the hell do you think you are? I've told you once, and I'll tell you again, leave me the fuck alone Austin! I'm sick and tired of you trying to pry your way into my life, it isn't going to work! I don't want you, I don't like you and I never will, so accept it and move the fuck on!" I scream, and he looks hurt for a split second before he looks at me in anger as well.

"Why can't you see I'm trying to help you? I'm sick of you feeling sorry for yourself, but when someone actually wants to help you, you push them away. I don't know what made you like this, because you won't tell me but either way I'm still here! Even after everything, I'm still fucking here. Which I'm sure is better than you can say for anyone else in your life. I mean come on Griffin, even your mom is done with your shit" He screams back, and I feel tears well up in my eyes at his words.

"You know what Griffin, I'm tired of this" He sighs "You want to be left alone, you've got your wish. I'll leave you alone, for good. I won't call you, or text you, or bring you food at three am because you can't sleep. I won't do any of it. Have fun feeling sorry for yourself" He shakes his head, walking out of my room, slamming the door behind him. I stare up at the ceiling, hoping it'll make the tears disappear, but they don't.

"Griffin, is everything okay?" My mom knocks on my door, opening it slightly.

"No" I shake my head, looking at her with tears eyes, she looks like she's about to come in to comfort me but I speak up before she can "But, I want to be left alone" I say and she nods, shutting the door once again and walking back down the steps.

I walk out of my room, and down the steps and out of the front door walking down the street. I curse when I feel around my pockets for my phone, but have no desire to turn around and get it. I have my wallet and that's all that matters. I stand at the bus stop, putting up my hood and tightening the strings slightly, getting onto the bus as it stops in front of me. I find an empty seat and check above me for the schedule seeing I have three stops before the one I need to get off at. I bring my knees to my chest, and wrap my arms around my legs, crying softly into my knees, not caring about who stares at me as I do.

This ride is the best time to think, though the bus is pretty hectic right now, I still find enough focus to think. I don't think I've ever seen Austin that angry, nor did I think he'd ever be that angry with me. At the end of the day, he was the only person that cared enough to work with me without getting paid for it, but it was too much. It became more of a suffocating feeling, I don't know if it's me, and I'm just getting too into my own head, or if it's actually him and I truly have a right to feel suffocated.

I'll never say I regret letting Austin help me, but I regret letting it go on for so long. I didn't think he'd develop feelings for me, and I guess that's where I messed up. I went into it thinking that he wasn't going to like me, because I was some weird home schooled chick, that would never let someone touch me.

It's all my fault. All of it is my fault. Mandy, my dad, my mom, Austin. I'm the reason everything that happened with them. Mandy is dead, my dad is dead to me, my mom is giving up on me and Austin gave up on me. It's as if my life is crumbling down just as it's supposed to be beginning again, but I guess that's how things go for me.

After the three stops, it's time for me to get off of the bus, and when I do, I pull off my hood and wipe under my eyes, walking down the street. When I catch a glimpse of where I need to be, my hands begin to sweat profusely, and no matter how many times I wipe the on my pants, they never stay dry. Walking through the gate and into the building, I walk into the front entrance, meeting a metal detector. I pass through it and walk up to the lady at the counter, big bold letters above her head that read:

FLORIDA STATE PENITENTIARY VISITATION SERVICE