(Tiffany's POV)
"So, I see you knew my grandson for quite some time." Dr. Carter rubbed his clean shaven chin.
"Yeah." I shrugged. "I guess I did. Can I go now? I think we talked enough."
"It's only been 10 mintues." Carter writes something down. "Why don't you tell me about your dad?"
I rolled my eyes. "He drinks after work." I gaze out the window, observing the bright green grass and trees. "A lot, and Dean tells me his dad does too."
"Hmm," Carter writes something else. "Did you tell him, your dad, to stop?"
"Well of course I did!" I shot at my therapist. "Do you think I'm stupid?!"
"Of course not, Ms. Brook." My therapist apologized; I roll my eyes. "So is my grandson treating you right?"
I give a short chuckle. "Yeah. Treated me better than any one else right now."
"Hmm, and how do you feel about that?" Dr. Carter rubbed his chin again.
"How'd you think?" I roll my eyes again. "I guess sad. Angry. Hurt. Probably more like confused." I play with the strings of my purse.
"Well, do you know why those feelings are -- muddled?"
"No!" I snapped. "If this happened to you, wouldn't you also have mixed feelings?!"
"It was just a question." Dr. Carter writes down some more notes.
"Whatever." I scoffed.
End of Chapter 21
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Never Be Alone
FanfictionShawn Mendes is famous. Tiffany Brook is shy. Shawn is popular. Tiffany is bullied. They go to the same school for the rich and famous: Hollywood High. Tiffany has a crush on Shawn, (Who doesn't?) and she confesses her love to him. Questions are ra...
