As Everything Changes

Chapter 16

*Selena's POV*

"Text me when you're released and maybe we can find a time to hang out. Gosh Im going to miss you so much!" I say as I hug John tightly.

"It's a day Sel, you will survive," he chuckles but still hugs me back.

"That's if we see each other tomorrow," I point out.

"We will. We can set something up over text. Now from what I heard yesterday you have plans today so get out of here," he says.

I smile and hug him one last time before saying goodbye and leaving. My mom and dad are outside the room waiting for me.

"You two have grown pretty close over these past few weeks," my mom says.

"Yeah he's been a really good friend this whole time. Plus he is the only person I had to talk to most of the time," I state.

"Im sorry we couldn't stay with you more often, we couldn't just put off the rest of our lives though, I have a company to run and your mother has several things to do every day. We also have hospital bills to pay now but I promise we will try now," my dad says.

"It's fine daddy," I say, pulling his hand to mine. My mom is pushing me so my dad just walks beside we with his hand in mine until I pull back.

"Lucy said that she would be at our house to pick you up in an hour and a half," my mom says when we climb in the car.

"Okay," I say as we start home.

I get home and immediately take a shower, getting dressed into dark denim jeans shorts, a navy blue tanktop with and anchor on it, and navy blue sandals. I put on a navy blue bandana and walk out of my room.

"Are you going to hang out with us for the rest of the time you're here or run off somewhere?" My dad asks from the couch.

"Sorry I've been getting ready. It's nice to wear my own clothes and take a shower in my own home with my own products," I say.

"You're doing a lot better you know but.." my mom starts and I raise my eyebrows.

"But what?" I ask suspiciously.

"Well when you were re hospitalized your father and I made the decision to get you a therapist," she says.

"What? Why would I need a therapist?" I ask, truly confused about the idea.

"At the time you were having a bit of a mental breakdown," my dad explains.

"You're joking right?" I ask.

"No, your first session is tomorrow at three o'clock," my mom states.

"But John gets released tomorrow! And on top of that I have school and dance!" I exclaim.

"You can still see him before or after the therapy session," my dad reasons.

I frown but decide that I don't want to argue with my parents when Im finally home with them. instead of arguing back I just turn towards the both of them.

"Thanks. This might help me get through this cancer without breaking down. One question though, why can't you just help me through this. Before your fame kicked off you were the richest therapist for the richest people Mom."

"Well I think you can answer that one yourself! I mean wouldn't it be awkward having your mom be your therapist?" she chuckles.

I think about it then nod in agreement. It would definitely be weird gushing out my feelings and thoughts to my mom.

"I promise that the therapist you will have is a very nice and funny one," my dad says.

"Okay. Im pretty hungry, Im going to get a popsicle," I say.