"How have you been?" Meredith pulls her chair closer to mine.
"I'm fine."
"Your Aunt made an emergency appointment, so I'm assuming you're not fine. Let me ask you again, how have you been?" She says seriously this time.
"Bad," I grumble. "That's what you want to hear right?"
"I just want to know the truth. Don't say what you think I want to hear. What is the emotions you're feeling?"
I say the first word that comes to mind, "Angry."
"Why?" She scribbles down in her notebook.
"For starters the guy who hit my dad is wandering around free with nothing but a four hundred dollar fine," I blurt out.
"Are you sure you're not angry at yourself as well?" Meredith pries. I dig my fingernails into the edge of the arm rest on the chair. The fabric has picks along it and the insides are beginning to peak out. It's battle scars from all the other hatred filled teens who have sat on its cushions. I swear this woman makes my stress level sky rocket. Isn't she suppose to be making me feel better? I grind my teeth biting back the sour responses bubbling up in my throat.
"No, but I'm pretty sure I'm angry at you as well though," I snap.
"Why is that?" She always sounds so calm and unfazed by any words that escape my lips. It's extremely irritating. It's like she's made of stone.
"You always think you know exactly how I'm feeling. It's like you think my skull is made of glass and you can look into my brain."
"It's going to be okay, Kayla," She reassures.
"Oh, so now you've got a crystal ball? Fucking fantastic. Here I thought I was talking to a therapist, but now I discover you're psychic. Are you going to whip out the tarot cards next, or perhaps read my palms?" I realize I'm being a horribly bitter person. I know Meredith is just doing her job, but honestly I don't like her. She makes her money from getting people to confess their deepest darkest secrets.
"I know it's going to be okay because you're a strong girl. I'm not saying it's going to be easy to move on, but eventually you will. It just takes time. It will happen when you learn how to forgive yourself. It's often easy for us to forgive other people for their mistakes. It's a lot harder to forgive ourselves because we believe we are not worthy of our own forgiveness," Meredith surveys my reaction with her sparkling hazel eyes. It's like she is staring into my soul. I fidget uncomfortably not sure what to say next. Deep down a small part of me knows what she says rings with truth. It's easier to deny the ugly truth than to accept it.
"His car plowed into my dad which ended his life. If he took a second to stop and look around at the intersection there is a good chance my dad would still be making sandwiches at the bistro. That's all I know," I grab my purse that's is set on the floor beside me and swing in over my arm. Without another word I stomp out of the tiny room slamming the door behind me.
~*~
"You need to cheer up," Olivia whines. "It's a beautiful day and we are all going to the beach. Get your mind off of it. You need get out of the trash can and stop being Oscar the grouch."
"Are you calling me garbage?" I tease raising my eyebrows at her.
"No, it was a metaphor," she assures me waving her hand dismissively.
"Are you sure that's considered a metaphor?"
"Of course!" Liv pauses. "Well at least I think it is."
"You're basically the modern version of Edgar Allen Poe," I push my sunglasses onto my head.
"Are you actually going to get in the water this time?" Liv grumbles.
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Rock Bottom
Romance"I pray that the last time I said goodbye was not meant forever." *** Growing up with a single parent with not much money to spare wasn't particularly easy, but Kayla never felt like her life was anything less than amazing. Her father loves her dear...
