Link Six (completed)

Chapter 4 - Talk

Leeanna could not believe this. She read everyone's mind and kept reading them continuously, despite the fact that she knew it would result in a massive headache. Also, she continued to project her thoughts into Uncle Pip's mind, changing them to make them seem like they were his own. Leeanna kept them going in a stream her breathing becoming heavy and forced. Her vision became clouded and she started seeing red. Her mom kept on looking back at her and sister and telling them that this was for their own good, but she read their mind; it was all crap.

Emma wanted to break down, already she was crying. She made sure that Uncle Bob regretted it with all he's got. She put all of her conflicted emotions into him, though that didn't lessen the burden. All of the feelings everyone else was feeling began to build up inside of her and she couldn't block them out like she normally did. Really, she wanted to puke, but she didn't she just sat there like a rock ignoring everybody.

Why did she have to do this? Mrs. Parkerson knew that she made a wrong decision. Leeanna and Emma looked pale and sat stiff on the laps of their uncles. Emma was crying and Leeanna was red-eyed. She hadn't wanted to hurt them. And, she kept on telling them that she was doing this in their best interest. But, she was positive they were tuning her out.

The psychiatrist's office came into view. With another glance at her girls, she hesitated on getting out of the car. Then she thought about her bright little girls as hermits who stay in their house for the rest of their lives. That firmed her resolve.

"Look girls," She began turning around. "I know you're angry with us, and you might never forgive us. But, just go out and talk to the psychiatrist. I don't care if you get something from it or not. Just talk."

Leeanna and Emma didn't respond. Emma glared at her with a look that drilled holes straight through her. Leeanna, instead of going for the heavy emotion inflicted response of her sister, gave her mother a concentrated look. Mrs. Parkerson, clearly frustrated, just got out of the car. She told her brothers-in-law to take the girls.

No matter how much the uncles tried to coax them off their laps, but Leeanna and Emma stayed still as stone columns. As they attempted to get out of the car, the girls didn't move. Eventually, as much as the uncles didn't want to, they lifted them up and carried them out of the car. After they realized that her parents and uncles weren't going to let up, Leeanna and Emma, seemingly compliant, allowed their uncles to take them into the building.

"Do you have an appointment?" An older lady seated at a desk asked.

"No, he's expecting us," Mrs. Parkerson said. They lady raised her eyebrows, eyeing the sullen faces of Leeanna and Emma. They were still clamped in their uncles' grip.

"Name?" She asked, without commenting on the girls.

"Amanda Parkerson," Mrs. Parkerson said. The lady looked at the computer for a minute, then looked back up at Mrs. Parkerson.

"Dr. Greg will be out in a moment, you may take a seat," The lady said. So they did. Uncle Pip and Uncle Bob, clasping the girls' arms tightly, sat down.

In utter silence, the family waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, a distraught woman sulked out of the psychiatrist's office. She seemed a bit off, with shifty eyes, and suspecting glances at the Parkersons. She left without a word, seeming in a hurry to get out of there.

It figures why she would be in a psychiatrists office.

"Ah, Mrs. Parkerson," Dr. Greg stepped out of his office. "I see you've brought the whole family with you. Why don't all of you come in?"

Uncle Pip, having to push Leeanna forward, followed his sister into the office.

"Leeanna, Emma, why don't you two sit down here," Dr. Greg gestured to two big chairs right in front of him. Uncle Pip took his hands off of Leeanna's shoulder. But, she didn't move, neither did Emma. It seems like they are non-verbally communicating.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," The doctor remarked with a laugh. Neither girl replied with anything. They just stood there like rocks.

"Or you can stand there," He added, with another laugh. If his goal was to rouse a response in the girls, it was achieved, well, in Emma, at least. She glared at him so fiercely, Uncle Bob was surprised he didn't turn to stone.

Dr. Greg cleared his throat, and tried to look away from the eyes boring into him. The curly-haired one with glasses, the one Mrs. Parkerson had described as Emma, was glaring at him. He'd dealt with crazier people, but for some reason, her stare made him especially uncomfortable. Even moreso then the stare the straight-haired one was giving her, the blank emotionless stare.

"So, girls, your mother told me that you hadn't left the house in four years, do you want to talk about it?" Dr. Greg asked. Through the years, he's found that talking about patient's problems tends to help. These two girls, however, were quite unusual. And, they, apparently, did not want to talk.

"Okay, you don't want to talk about it," Dr. Greg sent a look up at their mother, who was crying silently. The girls seemed bent on the fifth.

"You know, you guys can trust me, right?" He attempted to smile, but he was feeling so weird, it came out funny. Still, Emma glared and Leeanna stared. It was like talking too a deaf person, honestly. Dr. Greg blew air out of his lips, they weren't going to talk. A lightbulb went off in his head as he remembered something important.

"Leeanna, Emma, why don't you step outside for a bit, I need to speak with your parents," Dr. Greg said. Saying Emma and Leeanna ran out of there would be an understatement. The two young men with the parents chased after them.

"You can shut the door," Dr. Greg told the parents. The father did, then he and his wife sat down.

"I think I may have a way to help your daughters."