Bones Exposed {{An Austin Carlile Fanfiction}}

Ch. 1

“Now Aurora, have you had an episode since the last time i saw you,” he says from across the cramped office. The walls are filled with painting and pictures to apparently help people figure out their problems or some shit. The man sitting in a gigantic chair with one leg crossed over the other. He’s holding a notepad close to his face his eyes squinting to see what he was writing. He looks up at me because of my moment’s hesitation.

 

“Oh, um, no,” I tell him. Let’s see, how many weeks have a lied to him about this. 6 I think. “I’ve been doing a lot better.” I force a smile at the man that looked about 3 times my age.

 

“That’s good, good. And how is your mood doing?” he looks at me momentarily before returning to his notes.

 

“Good, well better. I guess as good as i can manage… I miss her a lot though.” Begin with a lie and end with a truth. Make it somewhat believable.

 

“Yes, well that’s usual when a child attached to their mother loses them.” What did he know?

 

“Yeah…” my eyes wonder at the pictures on the walls as I try to distract myself from the tears welling up in my eyes and the tightening from my throat. They say it gets easier with time. They lied… we sit in the cramped therapist room for around 30 minutes as I feed the old man lie after lie.

 

“Well if you’ll excuse my I have places i have to be,” he finishes our meeting with these few words.

 

“Of course.” I begin to walk out the door when he calls my name for me to stop. Had he figured out I was lying to him? Did I not pull my sleeves down far enough? Did the makeup fade? Had he found out my dirty secrets?”

 

“I think it’s time you interacted with people going through the same thing as you, it seems to the next step to your recovery.” he said it as if I had sickness that had damaged me. I mean that isn’t entirely wrong, I guess I do have a sickness.

 

“Like group counseling?” I ask. I had always tried to stay away from people knowing about my problems. It always seemed to give birth to new rumors and bullies. You know, more weakness.

 

“Yes, there will be people there who have lost a parent and are having a hard time dealing with it, like you. I promise this is a safe environment. Nobody will judge you.” I mean it’s not like I had a choice. And it also met more time I didn't have to spend at home. So that’s definitely a bonus for me. My therapist notices my demeanor of persuasion and hands me a piece of paper with his scribbles on it. “It’s this saturday at 10am. Dont be late. This is the first meeting of the fall by the way, so there will be many new member.” He gives me an empty smile and i take that as my cue to leave.

 

I make my way to my car and put the keys in the ignition. Ok, it was going to be ok. It had to be. I Put my car in reverse and pull out not paying attention to my surrounds and almost rearend a black mustang. We both come to a halt, mere inches from each other. My heart is beating out of my chest and my hands are shaking uncontrollably. I move my car forward and allow the mustang to go ahead, but it doesn’t. I fear for a few seconds that I did hit the car unknowingly. But as soon as I can muster up these thoughts, the cars continues into the parking lot and parks close to the back. I then proceed to back my car out of the parking space and head towards the exit ready to fight rush hour traffic.

 

As I pull out of the parking lot I catch a glimpse of an extremely tall man clad in a leather jacket and black skinny jeans step out of the black mustang. I didn’t get a good look at his face though. I would have at least liked to see what the man I just almost hit looked like. Oh well.

 

I finally make it home after around an hour of fighting LA traffic. I’m already running late. He’s going to be so pissed. Shit.

 

I step into the door and the smell of stale beer and body odor almost knocks me over. Yep this is home sweet home.

 

“AURORA!!!! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!?!?!?!?!” his angry yell overwhelms my unkempt home.

 

“I-I was stuck in traffic…” only silence answers my explanation. I creep into the living room where he practically lives. He’s laying on the couch where he usually does every single day. His hair long in the places where it will grown, the other section a shiny bald from the grease. He is wearing the same outfit he has been wearing for the last three weeks (the last time he took a shower). It’s covered in grease, beer, and what looks like piss. Well, this is what i get to look up to as a father figure…

 

As I walked into my father’s view he slowly rose from his position on the couch. My heart started beating a mile a minute and my hands clenched into fists for any imposing doom that was about to strike. “Now listen here missy,” his face close close to mine and he spraying his foul spit all over my face, “ I asked you to be her by 6. AND YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!” I open my mouth to speak but no words come. I’m completely paralyzed with fear as I so often am. Before i found the words to speak my father answered for my.

 

SMACK!

 

My eyes are trying to focus on the floor and my arms are struggling to keep my body from collapsing on the ground. I watch as the blood starts flowing from my mouth in a heavy dark river onto the stained carpet. My face throbs with a steady beat. God it hurt.

 

The collision of my fathers fist with my face is not an uncommon thing in this house. It didnt used to be like this. He used be a solid guy. He used to by my daddy…

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