A Ray of Hope

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"Well, Tyler your daughter's anger is uh... How do I say this?" Angie whispered to my dad like I wasn't in the room.

"Off the charts, I know." Tyler sighed.

I was still in the group therapy room along with everyone else. Angie had called my dad in after I said her happiness was going to make me vomit. It wasn't even that bad, I mean seriously the woman was annoying.

Everyone stared at Tyler in awe as he talked to Angie and I rolled my eyes at them, well most of them. The rest either didn't know who he was or just didn't care.

Elliot, the kid who ran out of the room to see him at the beginning of the session had a huge grin on his face as he stared at his phone case, my dad had signed it.

"Yes, we recommend taking her to one on one therapy sessions and keeping her in AMGT." Angie said with a smile.

"I'll consider it. Isn't this session over?" Tyler asked, changing the subject.

"In a few minutes, yes."

"I'll be in the waiting room." He then walked out after sending me a small smile.

I sighed as Angie made her way back to the rest of us. "Okay guys, I'll let you mingle until the end of the session."

Mingle. She did not just use the word mingle.

"So, what's it like having famous dads?" May, the girl I sat by asked me.

"It isn't as great as it seems. Everywhere I go there are people following me around with a camera." I shrugged.

"Oh, that must suck."

"Yeah... Why are you here?" I couldn't help but to ask her. She was really nice and didn't seem like she belonged here.

"I'm bipolar. My parents thought it would be a good idea for me to come here to try and manage it a little but it doesn't do shit for me." She let out a bitter laugh and my eyes widened at her word choice.

"Jesus, May. You're thirteen and saying shit."

"So? My eight year old brother cusses, get over it." She rolled her eyes at me and crossed her arms.

"Kids these days." I mumbled.

"You're technically still a kid too." She pointed out.

"Touché. My dads hate when I cuss in our apartment, or around them. They just hate it in general."

"Oh yeah. Aren't they Christian or something?"

"Yeah but they just hate the words."

I talked to May for the rest of the session and I couldn't help but to realize that Ashton, the guy with the stony expression, didn't talk to anyone the whole time.

May and I walked out of the room together once we could leave. Once we got to the waiting room I walked up to my dad with May following.

"Hello, Tyler. Wait...can I call you that? Because I mean you don't know me but I'm sort of a fan of your music. I don't know every song but I know most of them." May rambled on to my dad and I shook my head at her.

My dad laughed, "Sure. Nice to meet you." He shook her hand and she grinned.

"Same to you, bye Hope." She began to walk off but I quickly called her back.

"If you want to come over and hang out with me you can. I'll give you my number."

"Okay." She pulled out her phone and we exchanged numbers before we left the building.