“Everett,” I could feel the older white-haired women’s eyes boring into the side of my head as my own gazed elsewhere. “Look at me.” When I didn’t, she sighed and continued talking anyway. “So, anything of importance happen this week?” Now it was my turn to sigh. A smirk falling upon my chapped lips, I flipped out of my laying position on the plush red couch, and perched my elbows on my knees.
“Well, a guy looked at me the wrong way, like I was some possum in the road he just couldn’t wait to run over,” My smirk grew into a full blown grin. “So I shoved his face into the ground. “ A dark chuckle passes my lips as I watched disappointment cross my psychologist’s face. I started talking again as she was just opening her mouth. “Dr. Hurst, I know what you’re gonna say-“ I put on my most nasal impression of her, “Everett, you must control your anger issues. Hitting people is not the way to handle things, blah, blah, blah.” I glanced in her direction, and I know I was right with my prediction. She wrote something quickly on her clip board, and just stared at me.
“Since it’s obvious that you already know all of that, I might as well just ignore it.” She have me a look that said that even if she’s ignoring it, it’s certainly going in my file. Not like I give a damn. My files were already inches thick. “Anyway, have you developed any more theories?” I smirked, because I did have yet another theory to add to the long list of the ones I’ve already thought of.
“I realized something that just may be why me and Lucas have such bad luck,” I smiled at the thought of my brother, who at this time was over a friend’s house like every weekend. “So me and Lucas are six years apart. Lucas was six when mom died. And it was six years after that that Dad was murdered-“
“Committed suicide, you mean.” Dr. Hurst interrupted. I shot her a glare.
“-Murdered. Six ,six, six. We’re destined to have a terrible life!” The doctor was scribbling furiously, writing down my theory and probably everything that was wrong with me because I had come up with it. After a couple of slow minutes, she looked down at her watch.
“It seems it’s just about five now, you may be dismissed,” The woman stopped me before I could leave, “Though I thought I should let you know this will be our last session together. A new doctor is taking over from here.”
“Can’t wait to get rid of me, eh?” A smirked fell onto my lips as I spoke the words. I saw a spark of irritation fill her eyes.
“No, it wasn’t my choice actually,” As if I really believe that, “We have a new psychologist starting this week, and the director decided to assigned her to you.” My eyebrows shot up my forehead, they were giving me a newbie?
“And her name is…” I asked questionably.
“Dr. Kim, you will show her respect as you have me,” I chortled and did a little bow.
“How else do I ever act?” My small giggle was full blown laughing now as I walked out the door. Though I knew Dr. Hurst would tried to contain her own laughter, and heard a small chuckle float into the white hallways. I walked out of the mental facility, and climbed into my tiny red Volkswagen Bug. Shifting the car into reverse, I prepared myself for the forty-minute trek back to my home town. As I pulled onto the highway, I let myself dwell on the thought that I might actually miss Dr. Hurst. The fifty year old was assigned to me when I was still institutionalized and couldn’t leave the facility. My first meeting with her was just six months ago.
My fingers twitched, fighting the distinct urge to grad the table sitting in front of me and throw it across the room, along with anything else that happened to grace my touch. The brightly lit room irritated me to no end, from the maroon velvet furniture to the oak desks with neatly organized papers and files. My knuckles turned white from gripping the dark sofa as my therapist walked for the first time.
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Anywhere But Here
Romance{{What if the choice was between to love or to hate?}} Everett Way lives in the perfect town, or what seems like it anyway. For her though, it's hell. After her father was murdered a year ago, which left her at seventeen to care for her eleven year...
