Miss Jackson✔

Chapter 16: Do I look lonely

*Sarahs P.O.V*

Brendon and Claire, the talk of the institution. Saying how its crazy that how a person ,who knows nothing in the medical area, could cure someone so easily.
Its true though, Brendon has done something to Claire that no other doctor has. She calm, doesnt fight back, does whats she is told, its a miracle. But there is one more thing I was to test. I'm considering releasing her with Brendon BUT she will run into problems once everyone knows about her. Espically someone who she can't even speak the name to.
I dial the number and wait for the line to pick up. (Left is the person and right is Sarah)

Hello?

Hi, this Sarah from the California State Mental Institution. Am I speaking with Grace?

Yes this is Grace. Why are you calling

Well I would love to tell you here but I have a job to do rather then talking on the phone, but I would like you to come over at 1 o'clock for a meeting with someone.

And why should I do that?

Becuase I believe it would help me, the patient, and possibly you.

Fine but whoever this patient is, better not attack me.

I cant give you my word on that but her doctor will surely be there. Have a good day.

I ended the line before she can say anything else. Quite rude, no wonder Claire's so nasty.

*Claire's P.O.V*

"Hello Claire." Oh hell to the fucking no.
"What the fuck are you two doing here," I hiss. I want nothing more then to snap them in half, but Brendon is holding me back.
"Just thought we'd stop and see how our dear daughter was doing," she puts on an innocent voice that makes me want to vomit.
"Claire who are they," Brendon whispers. I was about to respond when my rude ass parents interrupt.
"Hi I'm Grace and this is William, we're Claire's parents, and you must be her doctor. You look pretty young to fix such a mistake like her," she says straightening up.
I try lunging but brendon holds me back saying its not worth it.
"Get the hell out," I hiss. Just then Sarah walks in with a clipboard. "Actually Claire they won't be going anywhere until I say," she takes a seat with them. I look at her with such a stare it could kill. Brendon leads me to the seats in front of them, and I do my best not to bite an arm off.
"Claire, were gonna do a calm test and-" "You expect me to stay calm in front of thr people who ruined my life," I snap.
"Please we didnt ruin your life, you just didnt listen to have a good life," my dad says.
"Just shut up," I snap. I direct my gaze back on Sarah telling her to go on.
"Well, everyone at this table will ask you questions and you have to answer them truthfully and calmly," I look at my mom and back to Sarah. "Fine."
"Well I would like to start first, why do you keep the weight of your parents on your shoulders," Sarah asks looking between me and them.
"Well its hard to get it off considering they kicked me out with no chance of survival because I wasn't perfect," I snap my head in their direction. Brendon places a hand on my thigh making me tense up but relax to it.
"Well why didn't you just participate, then none of this wouldve never happened. Look at you, in a mental institution," mom scoffs. I stare at her ready to pounce, but Brendon rubbing my leg gives me ease.
"Because you were terrible parents and I sure as hell wasnt gonna be known as the perfect child," I say through gritted teeth.
"Why didn't you want to be perfect isnt that what everyone wants," Sarah finishes writing down whater she wrote.
"Yeah but am I everyone. I wanted to be me, not be forced to eat certain things or do certain acts," I keep my glare on my mother and father's now stone face.
"Brendon would you like to ask anything to Claire," mom asks. I swear to god.
"Est-ce que tu m'aimes," Brendon asks in French. We made that our special code and our excuse is its in the song Nearly Witches.
"Yeah," I turn my head to him and he smiles.
"I'm sorry, what did you say...was that Spanish or something," Sarah asks. I look at Brendon and he nods his head.
"In one of his songs, it says that line. It means do you want to get out because the song was about never letting you go," I lie. They all look confused making me want to break the biggest smirk on my face.
"Well I have on emore question....do you love us," dad asks. How could I? They are backstabbing traders. But then again they're the ones who did give me life. I dont know.
"I don't know if I can...to think the only people who provided for me send me away. That messes people up, so I dont have an answer," I say. Just then a beeping sounds comes and mom takes her phone out.
"Oh William we have to go, Taylor she'll be home soon," mom grabs her purse. Taylor?
"Who the hell is Taylor," I ask slowly. A look of satisfaction crosses my mothers face.
"Oh dear how could we forget, Taylor is our daughter, your replacement. She's our perfect child," my jaw drops and I stare. The room goes quiet and I feel Brendons grip tighten.
"Don't worry we'll tell her about you, she's always wondered about you. Now we must be off, can't wait to see you out in the real world...if you can get there," they walk out of the room leaving me in shock, and Brendon and Sarah in disgust.
"Claire I'm so sorry," Brendon whispers.
"Claire I had no idea about all this, I am truly sorry. But you didn't flip out, we had some moments but you were here, good job," Sarah says before leaving.
"Claire are you ok," Brendon asks. Am I ok? Ha thats not what I would call it but sure yeah I'm 'ok'.
"I'm perfectly fine for now...I'm more worried about that kid."

Well there we go sorry for a late chapter. By the way the end line means nothing its just I didnt know how to end it. Hope y'all enjoyed.

~Katelyn