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Chp 77 Therapist

Bella's POV

It's been hell out of the week. I had to go to some stupid therapist again.

" Great." I mumbled sarcastically, picking up my empty glass on the nightstand. " Now, I have to go downstairs." I muttered and got up. I rarely speaks to anyone unless necessary. I just don't want to speak. When I reached the middle of the stairs, I heard them talking.

" If we hadnt change the wedding date, we could have been married now," I heard Rosalie sighed. My palms clenched into fists and my another hand holding the glass tighten. " Oh. So I was kidnapped, rapped, abused is my fault? It's all mine! I get it now! If I hasn't been fucking kidnapped you could have been married. Sure. BLAME ME." I yelled, smashing the glass into pieces by throwing them on the floor. Everyone was startled. They mouths opened in agape. " I' sor-"

" Save your breath. Rosalie. I can't think I had thought you as my sister." I went to the cabinet, snatching my keys " I'm going to the therapist." I muttered and drove away.

The angry tears ran out from my eyes. I cant believe them. It's not my fault.

"Be strong." I whispered hoarsely to myself and parked the car. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I went to the receptionist. " Johnson." I said simply. " Wait for a minute, dear.""she smiled at me, obviously knew I am Dr Cullen's daughter. Without a word, I stalked to a row of seats and sat down. In my front pocket, my phone buzzed. Knowing it was the Cullens, I turned the phone off.

" Cullen." Someone called and I got up again, walking to the room and found a blond lady sitting on the couch. Her hair was curled up neatly into a bun on her head and she wore glasses. " Hey." I smiled simply. " Ah. You must be Isabella Cosset Annabella Marie Swan Cullen." she frowned slightly at my long name. " Yeah. I'm half French." I explained at the Cosset.

" I'm Katrina Johnson, call me Tina." She stood up, shaking my hand. I smiled and sat opposite her . " I'll be your therapist for 6 months." I grimaced." it will shorten unless you had improve" she added. Hm.

" Okay! Let's start. Tell me about yourself." She grinned.

" I'm Isabella Cosset Annabella Marie Swan Cullen, born in England. Had 4 playful protective brothers and a loving parents." she nodded, scribbling down on a notepad. " my family died in...an incident. And I was adopted by the Hales first but they also died in a car accident and our boyfriend's family took us in. I love singing and playing instruments. I played Piano, violin and guitar. My fiancé. " I cringed slightly." is Edward Cullen. Now, I have two childish and protective brothers and two fashionista sisters who dragged me into every mall on weekends. My parents in the most sweetest, loving parents I could have. As you know, my father is Carlisle Cullen and my mom is a splendid cooker. She loves to bake brownies but the boys would always get them first and stuffed them in their mouths. " I laughed a bit. " I was supposed to get married this spring with my sisters but... I was kidnapped. So... I..." I begun feeling uncomfortable.

" Thank you, Isabella." she smiled. , Bella please." I nodded.

" I... I would cringe away when someone tried to touch me and I hurt them." I said sadly. " Oh Bella, it's normal for a girl after the rough times she had. They will get over it." Tina said softly.

" I don't think they will,Tina. Just now, I heard my sister said that they would already married if I hadn't caused the problems." I sniffed. " Oh, sweetheart. It's not your fault you had been in their. It's that stupid jerk's fault that I had kidnapped you. Have you revenged ?" she asked.

" Yeah. I um... Sprayed pepper on him and fled away." I admitted and she laughed. " Good one!"

" about your siblings. Bella. I heard you have been keeping yourself away from the others, they love you. They wanted to be your playful loving stupid siblings again." she said. " How do you know?" I asked curiously. " Your siblings came to me yesterday with Dr Cullen. They want you back. The old Bella. The one who buried herself in books. " she murmured. I nodded slightly.