Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 10: Revelations

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes... 

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Chapter 10—Revelations

STEELE

"OH, MY GOD! ANA! JESUS CHRIST!" Maxie screams. Even though I knew this would be her reaction, I'm still not prepared for the immense humiliation I feel every time I dare to get undressed in front of someone. Even facing away from her, I can feel her glaring at the mutilated scarring on my lower back. I can't prevent the mournful tears that follow. I know the thing looks absolutely hideous even though it's all "healed up." I hear her rise from her chair before she spins me around and holds me in her arms as I sob. I don't know how long we stand there. It seems like forever. When I'm all cried out, she helps me back down to my seat, takes out her phone and hit some numbers.

"Amy... I'm not going to be back in today. Reschedule everyone for whatever openings I have tomorrow and next week... Everything's fine, Amy just... please reschedule everyone... Thank you." She ends the call. "Ana, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I never told anybody," I answer, never raising my head to look at her. "It's one of the reasons I got into psychology. I thought I could heal myself... and it was working... until..." I put my hands over my face. Maxie takes my hands down.

"Until what, Ana?"

I sigh. "When I was well enough to travel, Ray took me back to Montesano. I think Mom let me go so that she and Stephen could deal with the social 'fall-out' of what had happened, I don't know. She was, after all, more concerned about what the neighbors were thinking than what was going on with me." I sneer. "When I came to live with Ray, I gave him the same story... that I didn't remember what happened. We didn't talk about it much, either. He tried to get me to open up about it, but I just couldn't. I was there for months and I felt like I was at home again. Mom never called me once... not... once." I wipe a stray tear from my face.

"Thinking I had finally escaped from the hell that was my life in Green Valley, I registered for school in Montesano for that fall, but I never got a chance to go. Mom and Stephen showed up to take me back to Henderson—back to the place that was the source of all of my nightmares; back to where the most horrific things happened to me that have ever happened even to this date." I shake my head. "I don't know why. I still don't know why they brought me back. I begged them to let me stay, but they completely ignored me. I know they didn't want me there. I was more of an embarrassment and a burden to them than anything. I don't understand why they didn't just let me stay with Ray. I was happy again in Montesano... and they brought me back... back to hell...

"None of the Henderson schools would take me—none of them. I'm surprised any school in Clark County took me. But Mom came up with the great idea to let me use my bio dad's name and registered me in the closest school in Las Vegas.

"I was in school from 7am until 5 or 6pm every day, with extra classes, extracurricular activities, anything that kept me out of Henderson. I was out before dawn and never home before dark. I did babysitting jobs, went to summer school, cleaned houses in Summerlin and Northtown, anything to not go home. Stephen treated me like a pure and utter shit—like a rodent. He never put his hands on me, but the mental warfare was cruel and unusual."