Chase's P.O.V
//Just like the movies//
The talk didn't go so well. In fact,it wasn't even a conversation. I didn't get a chance to explain anything. She didn't want to hear anything. It was a different side of her that I've seen before (and I don't see it often), but I still didn't like it.
I told her I wanted to start over and forget everything, but she took it the wrong way and didn't give me time to explain. She spoke bitterly and it knocked my confidence levels down like five notches as if it isn't already low enough. As I was walking away from her after our meet up at the spot, I heard her shout from behind me that she fucking hated me. I don't even think she knows I heard her, but it hurt...a lot.
I sit on my couch by myself in the house I grew up in. It seems different, but I can't wrap my head around it. Maybe it's because my parents aren't here, which shouldn't need to be considered a good thing, but it is. It does get lonely in here sometimes, but having people over isn't really my thing, I'm not used to it anyway. I do have a girlfriend, her name is Sabrina, she's the only person I will make an exception for.
My aunt says I should re-decorate, start fresh. I don't want to change anything. I did clean in here though, it wasn't really a pleasant sight because I left it like it was the night my parents were taken away. I know I didn't grow up under the happiest roof and it would be nice to forget some of those memories, but I still grew up here and I want it to say the same.
I jump and fall off the couch as the door flies open and someone yells my name. I attempt to roll under the couch for protection, but I fail.
"Chase? Get your crazy self off the floor...dummy." I take my arms down from covering my face and see my Aunt Danielle. Oh.
"Oh," I get off the floor as she closes the door behind her.
"You didn't tell me you were coming," I say engulfing her in a hug and burying my head in the crook of her neck.
"I pay for the house so I show up when I want to." She says hugging me back and ruffling my hair.
"So how've you been? I haven't seen you since I sent you back to get ready for school." She let's go of me and walks further in already tidying up around the house.
It's clean for the most part, I hate looking at something and knowing I could just clean it, but my aunt is a neat freak and I've learned to deal with it.
I sit on the couch as she continues to move and straighten random things and tell her about what I've been doing with my life.
After she thinks it's as clean as possible, she sits down next to me.
"What?" I say, a confused look forming on my face.
"Chase...I think you should see a therapist." She says bluntly placing her hand on my knee trying to soften the blow. I snatch my knee from under her touch with an apathetic facial expression.
"Why?" She pulls her hand back and runs her hands through her hair.
"I just think it would help you sort out your life, it helps to talk about these type of things." My life is not a mess...okay that's a lie. I still don't need a therapist, I'm not crazy and I don't need someone to pity me and listen to my sad life story.
"You think I'm crazy?"
"No, Chase...I don't think you're crazy.I just think the therapist would help you understand your mood swings and your flashbacks and those random spouts of depression. I notice things and I want to help you."
"I don't need a therapist," I say turning away from her. Therapists are for crazy people. I'm not crazy and I'm not going.
"Think about it."She says kissing my forehead and leaving. I sigh and start thinking to myself about what she said. Does she think I'm so fucked up that I need a therapist, or is she just trying to help like she's been doing all summer?
