Holy Angel

42. Unleashed

Miya
Months later

"When can I leave this stupid ass place?" Miya sat there with her arms folded across her chest. She eyed her therapist intensely.

"Soon Miya." Was all she said before she gulp down hard. She looked around nervously before opening her notebook and placing it flat on the table.

"Soon?" Miya scoffed. "You told me soon almost three month ago. I've been in here for four months and I have yet to change. Shit I missed my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years."

"Do you still hear voices?" She asked.

"No, I already told you that the first time we met." Miya rolled her eyes. The voices stopped ever since she started dating Mason.

"It's a brand new month."

"And its a brand new damn day I have things that I need to do." Miya drew in her bottom lip and bit on it.

"What are some things you need to do?"

"First, I'm going to ride some dick and then depending on how good I get fucked he may or may not die that night." Miya lips curled into a smile. Once she saw the fear in her therapist eyes she burst out laughing.

"What happened to my other therapist? You're too scary for me."

"I already told you Miya. Your old therapist have to stay and work on her clients in Chicago. She can not travel here to treat you." She gulped down.

Miya stared at her and scoffed loudly. "First of all I don't need anyone to treat me. I am perfectly fine-."

"I could have sworn you just told me you might kill a man after you guys have sexual intercourse." She arched her brow confused as she began writing.

"I didn't say that." Miya shrugged her shoulder as she crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned back in the chair and looked around the room. She looked out the glass window that peered into the hallway and saw the one person she didn't want to see.

"Why is that bastered here?" Miya rolled her eyes as she looked away from her fathers gaze.

"I did tell you that you were getting out soon."

Miya snapped her head in her direction and arched her brow.

"What you talking about?" Miya felt her words flutter out quickly.

"We all came to an agreement." Her therapist folded her hands on top of the table and sat up straight.

"What agreement?" Miya looked at her confused.

"You're able to leave, but on one condition." She held a finger up.

When Miya heard that she was able to leave her entire mood changed. She was ready to get the fuck out of this place and leave.

"What's the one condition?" Miya arched her brow. That was the only thing holding Miya back from jumping with glee. If it has anything to do with her father she would rather stay in this miserable place and rot.

"You have to move away from everyone."

Miya raised both of her brows. "What do you mean I have to move away from everyone?"

"You have to leave your life behind in Chicago and move. We all came to the agreement that what triggered your disorders was the move to Chicago and the people that's there, so it's best for you to leave and start a new life." She stared at Miya blankly.

Miya shook her had. "No, I can't do that. What about my shop, my cars, my home, my cousin and his girlfriend that I became somewhat close too. What about Mason? I can't leave them behind."