Psychotic

Chapter 12 The Therapy Session

Jades Pov

I lay in my bed with the covers over my shoulders so only the top of my head could be seen. Kelsey went home for some reason. She said she had some business to take care of.

A few minutes after she left, I went back to sleep. I was sleeping really good until I felt a hand brush my hair away from my face.

I opened my eyes and turned around to see my step dad standing over me. I tried to scream but he placed his hand over my mouth and got in the bed with me.

My eyes watered as he climbed on top of me while keeping his hand over my mouth. I pushed and pushed but he just wouldn't get off of me.

He leaned down into my ear, his fowl breath burning my nose hairs, and whispered. " You thought it would be that easy to get away?" He asked as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I snatched myself upwards to my headboard and tried to kick him off of me. He grabbed my legs and forced his way back on top of me.

All of a sudden the lights in my room came on and everything faded away.

End of Dream

I opened my eyes as Kelsey stood over me on her knees trying to wake me up. " jade! Get up, your having a bad dream!" She said shaking my shoulders.

My dad, Deshawn, and Trell ran into the room as I sat up. " What happened? You okay?" My dad asked rushing over to me.

" Yea I'm fine, It was just a bad dream." I explained. My dad brushed a strand of my hair from my face and my mind drifted back to the dream.

The way my step dad's nasty hands brushed my hair from my face, His fingers brushing against my cheek in the process. I shuttered at the thought.

" I think y'all just need to get her some therepy ." Deshawn said crossing his arms. I looked at him like he was crazy.

" So now I'm crazy? What I need a Therapist for?" I asked causing Kelsey to grab my arm slightly.

Deshawn threw his hands up " I'm not saying your crazy, I'm saying that with everything that you went through, maybe your step dad knocked a few screws lose." My dad stood up and tried to walk towards Deshawn.

Now usually, around this time I would have been up and trying to stop my dad from killing Deshawn. But, It was something about the way he said what he said that felt mad disrespectful.

" Yo! Chill, that's not what I meant!" He exclaimed as he backed away.

" You better get to explaining then." My dad said calmly and slowly walking towards him.

" I think..." Trell started off causing everyone to look at him. " I think what Shawn is tryna say is, your step dad put you through a bunch of shit, he probably traumatized you pretty bad. A therapist can help you before it gets too bad." He continued.

My dad looked from him to Deshawn. " You better thank the Lord for Trell. Nigga just became yo guardian angel."

" Do you really think something might be wrong with me because of him?" I questioned looking up at Trell.

He shrugged. " The only way to know for sure is to go to a Dr and let them tell you." He said.

" Don't worry baby girl, you'll be okay." My dad said touching my shoulder. I know they all wanted me to believe that I would be alright, but would I honestly be okay after what he did to me?