I am free?

20.

Marks pov

"Amy hasn't been herself the past few days," I said to Dr. Larkin on the phone, Amy was doing her homework downstairs.

"What has happened in the last couple of days to change her mood?

"I got a promotion, well I kind of begged for it, I am working on a game, she found out how much money trouble we are in, her dad is not her dad but we think we found her real dad we are just waiting for the DNA test and a co-worker is being a pain in the ass belittling her and flirting with me."

"The last one, who is the co-worker?"

"She works on the game with me, they have us in different departments because of how bad it is getting."

"Amy probably never had to deal with this but when another girl comes into play she feels threatened. That she will be replaced. Amy was always Kenny's top choice, so she never had to deal with it, but she might have seen it."

"So, the twisted part of her brain thinks that she is being replaced?"

"Yep."

"So, I need to spoil her more and show her that I only care for her while reminding her she will never have to go through that pain again."

"I know it is a lot easier said than done, especially if this other girl keeps it up. Have you guys tried anything sexual?"

"Not in a while, with all the bullshit going on we haven't had time."

"That can be part of it too, she feels that since you guys haven't done anything that you are losing interest in her."

"I don't want to be the one that starts, she has dealt with that way too much as is it."

"I know but watch her. With this information, she can try to force herself to do things she is not ready for."

"That is what I am afraid of, okay, I am going to go check on her now, thank you."

We ended the call, I went downstairs and saw her sleeping on top of her homework. She has to be hungry, she doesn't want to eat anything. I went to the kitchen and started to make dinner, pancakes, and bacon. Her favorite.

"I wasn't sleeping! I am so sorry!" She ran to the stove as I was washing the dishes.

"Baby girl, its okay."

She collapsed to the ground covering her head, Chica ran to her before I could.

"Baby girl, you are free. No more pain." I said sitting next to her.

She looked up at me and started to look around then punched the wall next to her,

"Hey! No hitting, its okay. Come here." I wrapped my arms around her.

"I am so sick and tired of these fucking flashbacks! I just want to live a normal life but because of these sick-os, I will never get to do that."

"How many have you had this week?"

"10, they are getting worse."

She is either hiding them or I am not paying enough attention. Shit.

"Are you telling Dr. Larkin?"

"I haven't spoken to her in a while." she looked away from me.

"Why? "

"If I don't need her then we can save money."

"Baby girl, no, please! Call her, video chat her, text her any time you need her! She is helping you. Please don't worry about the money with all the overtime I have been getting we are doing good. I just got that pay in the account and bills are paid."