Impractical daughter

Chapter 8

It had been a week since I had gotten out of that shitty hospital. finally, was having decent food instead of tomato soup with stale bread. The taste was repulsive (a lot worse than my cooking). I thought being in the hospital with dad visiting every minute of the day was the worst thing that could happen. Wrong. The worst thing that happened was when dad told me I had to go to therapy.

That's where I am now. Sitting in the passenger seat of dads 2017 Audi r8 driving to a snotty therapists office. undoubtedly I was going to be forced to talk about my alleged suicide I didn't try to commit. I had tried telling him that I wasn't suicidal. I had tried telling dad that I was completely contempt with my life. it backfired though and led him; the doctors to be convinced that I was in denial. its strange but part of me wants to go with this ludicrous situation as I am finally getting the attention I sought out before. even if it wasn't in the way I had originally planned.

eventually, i pulled out my earphones pausing my music. "are you ready Alex?" my dad asked me. what a ridiculous question. how could I ever be ready to talk to a complete stranger about how messed up my life is. still, i got out the car not saying a single word.the high rise didn't look particularly extravagant however nothing screamed cheap.

The polar opposite inside was minimalistic yet elegant. looking at my dad when we get into the elevator I turn and smirk "cheer up buttercup, its only therapy". he was not amused in the slightest however you would think he would be due to his career being in comedy and all. "you better be nice because this is the best therapist in this area" kinds my middle name dad" I taunted him.i couldn't see what else I was supposed to do in this situation. " I mean it Lexi" he growled. I just glared. he knows that not my name.

I walked into that office alone. even if I was supposed to take therapy seriously there was no way I could do that with dad in the room. the therapist looked young with kind eyes( not really what I expected). he had black swoopy hair and wore a white shirt almost as bright as his complexion. "welcome my names Tyler". "oh hey Tyler, I'm Alex.

something tells me this is ever gonna help or hinder me and I'm not so sure its the first one. after all, when you've kept something in for so long it's not that easy to finally let it go.

authors note: I was urged to continue this story and I very nearly didn't. it was due to your guys' persistence and believing in the story so thank you.