Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Dr. Reeder

Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live."
― Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope

J E N N A

"So baby, if you are not ready, for my kiss..."

Cringing, I put my hands over my ears, but it didn't do much to block out Tyler and Harmon's loud, off-key singing.

"Then you can wear my, sweatshirt! And you can tell your friends, we'll be together 'till the end,"

Tyler grabbed one of my hands and began to dramatically serenade me. I wrinkled my nose, feeling Luna's eyes shoot daggers into my forehead from the drivers seat.

We'd finally gotten out of the woods at 1, and I'd bid farewell to my friends, apologizing for postponing our sleepover to tomorrow. Unfortunately, my half-sister had been the one to volunteer to drive Harmon, Tyler and I home.

"Girl, you can wear my, sweatshirt! And I don't want you to be cold, cuz you're the only one I hold, so baby wear mine."

Harmon began to sing in a high-pitched girls voice, and I felt my ears start to bleed.

Who's idea was it to give him the aux cord?!

"That's enough," he finally announced, breathing heavily. I silently thanked the heavens as my brother changed the song to Drops Of Jupiter.

Tyler immediately dropped my hand and began to fan himself, panting.

"Why do you look like you've been running a marathon?" I smiled.

He laid his head on the glass window with a thud. "Because the effort it took to not vomit while singing that was about the same as a 4K."

I snorted, finally recognizing our road. I was eager to be home. I needed some good sleep after using the solid ground as a bed, which I wouldn't recommend to anyone who enjoyed not having back pains.

Finally, Luna pulled into our driveway, and I realized that Dr. Reeder's car was already parked next to mine. She must've came early to talk to my mother.

I opened the door for Tyler and walked inside, immediately spotting my psychologist sitting at my dining room table with my mom. Their heads turned towards me, and I waved, throwing them a half-smile.

"Hey Jenna," Dr. Reeder greeted. She was a middle aged woman with children of her own, and with soft eye creases and gentle, motherly features, she naturally looked like someone that you could open up to.