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"You okay, Pam?"

Fergal asked as I sat on the couch next to him.

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. How's physical therapy going?"

"Fine."

I lied right to him. I wasn't going to physical therapy because...I was scared.

"Funny, see here's the thing. Your physical therapist called and asked where you were. You've missed four appointments."

Fergal said.

Shit.

"Okay. And?"

"Why aren't you going?"

Fergal asked.

"Because I don't want to!"

I yelled.

"But don't you want your neck to get better?"

"Fergal, my neck isn't getting better! Ever since you left me alone and let Kylie choke me, my neck has been fucked up! So leave me alone!"

I snapped. I don't know why I was snapping at Fergal. Maybe I was just getting all my anger out. About Kylie. About Mandy. About my neck. Everything.

I got off the couch and stormed up the stairs. I wanted to cry. I felt so bad. I didn't wanna blow up at Fergal but I'm so terrified of going to the doctors and I know he's going to make me.

What to do...what to do?