For always

Chapter 2

Tate's POV.

"I don't know why Mom makes you go here. I mean it's not like it's going to help you." Bug sighed, sick of driving me around.

I rolled my eyes at the road ahead.

"It's not like she cares."He tried to provoke me.

"She cares too much. It's sickening." I glared at my knee.

"No she doesn't. She just wants the perfect family."

"She should have realised that she will never have that. We're all messed up in some way or other." I spat.

"Apart from you."

"Then why are you driving me to a therapist if I'm not messed up?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Stop doing that. It's weird."

"At least I have eyebrows." I muttered.

He glowered in my general direction and I smirked.

"Get out." He stopped in car in the carpark.

I laughed and got fully out just before he started reversing with my leg still in the car.

"BASTARD!" I yelled at him as he drove off.

I walked into the office.

Janice greeted me,

"You alright today honey?"

"I'm grand." I smiled.

"No breaking my plant pots, any of them, not in the waiting room, not in the hall. Anywhere." She pointed her finger at me.

I laughed.

"Later Jan." I waved and went over to the waiting room. I sat in my spot next to the window and stared outside, at all the normal people.

I envied them all. Like a burning rage but it wasn't their fault.

A girl walked in and threw herself into a chair loudly. First appointment I'll bet. I looked at her.

Then out of the window but something had caught my eyes, intrigued me. Her eyes.

Such a strange yet beautiful colour, like caramel. Her hair was only shade darker and was tied in a loose bun. Her eyes were big compared to her thin face. She had the classic look of depression and a shitty home life.

She was very thin and tall, she wore long clothes. A long navy blue dress that went to her shins then some boots. She had a white long sleeved top underneath the dress, she was very intriguing in a beautiful way.

She looked back up at me and I hid a smile. She thought I was a loon. Staring at her. Well it looks like both of us are loons now since we both stared. I smiled in amusement and she looked away, I carried on looking, at how she would breathe softly twice then a third heavy breath.

"Problem?" She arched an eyebrow.

Oh the arching the eyebrow trick? I see. I chuckled and looked away.

I heard her rustling around, I turned to see that she was holding a leaflet about mental disorders.

Time for the eyebrow. I laughed to myself. An old trick learned from Constance, to get pretty much whatever you want. Maybe i was relying on it too much. No one else did it, well not as much anyway. Imitating them was difficult, too much effort but it has to be done. Especially the casual smiling, that was downright irritating.

She rolled her eyes at me and carried on reading.

"Tate? You ready?" Dr Bunting asked.

Today would be different. I'd usually sit there and bullshit my way through the hour but I had to tell him the truth today, it was getting too much. I had to get help.

If you guys are wondering about the imitating and eyebrow part, Tate is a psychopath right? and the people he interacts with aren't exactly 'normal' he is trying to imitate a normal person to avoid them finding out he's crazy. A lot of psychopaths and sociopaths do this.

Now that's cleared up, did you like it?

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