Therapy

-Chapter Twenty-

Whoooooo twenty chapters!!!

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"Oh. Um. You know my dad right? Simon Tate, owner of the oil company?" I get a nod in response. "Well we're quite wealthy, always have been. But, being wealthy comes with its downsides. My parents, so used to the best, would pressure me and my older brother into being the best we could, something we weren't. Drove my brother crazy, he couldn't, and didn't want, to be perfect. He turned to drugs and alcohol, was bringing a different girl home everynight. I saw what the pressure did to my brother. Broke him. I thought 'why go through all that pain, when I can just be perfect?' So that's what I did. I was perfect. Never spoke out of line, had the best grades, good manners, everything. But it fucked me up, honestly. It just wasn't me. I saw how Mikey felt. It was awful. Couldn't talk about my problems to my friends because the only problems the Aspen they knew had was which colour lip stick to wear. My parents started to fight, all the time. Screaming at each other. It was horrible. Mikey never came out of his room unless it was to get his drugs and alcohol. The only person I could talk to, Mikey, was no longer very human. I was alone, isolated. Axel was my escape. But like everything else, my happiness had to end. I felt awful because the Aspen he loved wasn't a real person. I told him the truth and he freaked out. Absolutely hates me now. I've lost Sage and Alice. I've lost Mikey. It's only me and my devils of parents." I confess. And it feels great. Like a massive weight lifted off my shoulders.
All of a sudden, Isaac wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. I'm startled at first, but I slowly move my arms around his back.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that. It sounds awful." Isaac mumbles into my head.
"It was. But thanks for listening, it's so refreshing to have the weight of my shoulders." He nods and pulls away.
"Anytime." He looks across at his family who are packing up their picnic. "Look, I better go. But this was fun." He smiles. I nod.
"It was. Thank you. It really took my mind off things."
"No problem. See you at school, yeah?" I nod.
"Yeah. Bye." He waves and jogs off to his family. I smile to myself as begin my walk home.

It amazes me how someone could be so chivalrous and genuine. He actually cared about me, the real me, and that was something I'd never felt. I'm glad he almost killed me with that football.

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I walk into my house, still smiling.
"Where the hell were you?!" My father screams, his words slurring.
"The beach. I told you."
"I said be back in an hour! It's been three!" I glance at the clock. He was right. It didn't feel that long.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I say quietly.
He picks an empty liquor bottle of the table and flings it at me. I jump away, terrified.
"You stupid bitch! You're just like you slut of a mother! You know she's been cheating right? And you'll be the same! Get out of my sight!" He screams, throwing his hands up and walking away. Tears roll down my cheeks as I run up the stairs. I get into my room and close the door, sliding down it. The tears keep coming and I bury my face in my knees. I let out a sob and quickly cover my mouth. Father always hated it when I cried. He'd get angry, call me weak. I suddenly worry about if he was to come up to my room.

I stand up and walk across the room to large dresser pressed against the wall. I push it as hard as I can, trying to move it. Eventually, I get it up against my door, keeping my father out. And me in. No words can explain how terrified I am. Not just because he threw a bottle at me, but because he thinks so little of me that he thinks I would cheat on someone. I would never want to cause someone that pain. I pull me mattress into the farthest corner from my door and hesitantly lie down, burying my face in the pillow.

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A/N
Ooh whats gonna happen? I'm sitting in a room watching my Mum and her friends do kickboxing lol. So I decided to update!
Random pictures of my pets coz why not!