"Go back Megan, remember the day. The day your parents died."
I took a deep breath and a small tear ran down my cheek.
"I was ten."
"Good, tell me what usually happens in the morning."
"Dad wakes me up, gets a cup of coffee, comes upstairs and brings me hot chocolate."
"What about your mom?"
"She's.... she is pregnant. I usually walk downstairs and lay my head on her stomach and hear the baby."
"Tell me what's different about this morning."
"It's late and dad hasn't woken me up yet."
"What do you do?"
"I walk downstairs." The tears began clouding my eyes.
"What do you see?"
"Blood. blood is everywhere. I look around."
"What happens next?"
"I call out for my dad. I turn the corner and I see..."
"What do you see?"
"His head." I couldn't speak anymore. tears ran down my face.
"C'mon, I know you can do this. where is the rest of his body?"
"In the pantry, his arms and legs are in the sink. I run into my mom's room and she's still alive. I run to her and hug her."
"Then?"
"She's not alive and the baby is gone. I cry."
I opened my eyes and David looked at me.
"You did great."
"Can I go home now?" I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes and walked out of the room. it had so many years since I had to go back there.
"Hey!"
I turned around and spotted him. Dylan. he ran to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good, I didn't want to have to kill someone." he laughed when he saw the shock on my face. "I was kidding."
"What are you doing here?"
"Anger management. you?"
"Therapist. I'm not crazy I just...."
"You don't have to tell me. I was wondering something though."
"Yeah?"
"Can me and you go get some coffee some time, if you want to."
"That sounds great."
He licked his plush pink lips.
"Great." he smiled. he wrote his number on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Don't be a stranger." he smiled and ran away.
I couldn't help but smile. please tell me I wasn't getting attracted to this man. I walked outside and felt my phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Steven."
"Hi."
"I called to ask if you wanted to accompany me to a dance this Friday."
"A dance?"
"Yes, my father is hosting it at his private beach mansion."
"Ummm...."
"Great."
"What?"
"I'll see you eight."
He hung up the phone before I could get a word out. I finished walking down to my car and drove to my mom's house.
I got out and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey mom."
"Hey sweetheart, we're having a family dinner Friday."
"Man."
"What?"
"I have a 'date' with Steven."
"Forget family dinner."
"Mom!"
"Honey he is so good for you."
"I don't know, he's not really my type."
"What's your type, dumb, broke, and ugly."
"Mom, can I make these decisions for myself."
"I'm just saying sweetheart."
I was thinking about the dance with Steven but constantly running my hands over the number in my pocket."
