꥟ ʷᶦʳᵉˢ//Bɪʟʟʏ H ꥟ [SLOW UPDATES]

session.

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"So, how have you been feeling lately?" Dr.Rubio asks, as she inspects the girl sitting in front of her.

Sam's arms are crossed over her chest, "Fine." She nods, avoiding the elaboration.

Dr.Rubio chuckles a little, "You haven't been sad, angry, upset? You've just been...fine?"

Sam stubbornly nods, "Yup," she elongates the 'p' just to be annoying, "Just fine."

Dr.Rubio attempts a smile and clears her throat. "Okay, sure. I'll take that."

Sam sits there quietly, hoping that if she stays quiet long enough, Dr.Rubio would shorten their session.

But Dr.Rubio had other plans, "What can you tell me about Billy. Billy Hargrove?"

Sam's eyes quickly shoot to her, "How do you know about him?" Sam's eyes darken as they threaten Dr.Rubio to continue.

The doctor smiles, "Ah. So that must be it."

Sam's brows furrow, "What? What must be it?"

"This Billy, he's your," Dr.Rubio pauses for a second, "Your reason for coming here isn't he?"

Sam's jaw hardens, "No." She shake her head, "Mom said I'd have to go live with my dad if I didn't attend my sessions-"

"But you don't want to move away because of Billy," Dr.Rubio writes something down on her notepad causing Sam to frown. "Am I wrong?" Dr.Rubio asks.

Sam is still tense, "No, not exactly." She burns holes into Dr.Rubio, "But he's not the whole reason."

Dr.Rubio smiles, "Come on Sam, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I want you to trust me, I may not know you personally but that's only because you're not allowing me to."

Sam scoffs and leans back in her chair, "You don't care about me or my problems. You care about getting through this shitty hour and a half to get a paycheck."

Dr.Rubio tilts her head, "Really? Is that what you think? Because I could be making three times as much and spent less money on years of college on a different field." She leans onto her knees, "I'm here because I want to help you, not because I'm making big bucks out of this."

Sam eyes her suspiciously before giving in and taking a deep sigh, "Fine. Be my therapist. Ask away and get sucked into my shitty life."

Dr.Rubio's shoulders relax, "Thank you, I truly do want to help you."

Sam nods and cracks a small smile, "Okay, but don't get all soft on me though, I think that's my job."

Dr.Rubio smiles, "I'll take note of that."

Sam smiles, "So whats your first name anyway? I mean if you're gonna know all my problems, I should at least know your name." Sam pauses, "And maybe just a little about you."

Dr.Rubio smiles, "Michelle." Sam nods, asking her to continue, "I'm married but don't have any children. I'm younger than most people would assume and my favorite color is red."

Sam sits with crosses legs on her chair, "Okay I guess it's my turn."

Sam thinks for a couple seconds before beginning, "Okay, I'm Samantha Brooks, I'm currently in a relationship with Billy and I'm an only child."

Dr.Rubio smiles, "Great. I'll start easy, if you don't want to answer a question, just say so and we'll move on."

Sam nods, her heart beat beginning to increase at the fear of no knowing the questions she's going to answer.

"Lets start early," Dr.Rubio looks up at Sam, "What was life growing up?"

Sam bites her lip, "Um, it was uh, weird. My dad wasn't around much because of work demands but uh," Sam's eyes meet Michelle's, "He loved us." Her eyes fall back down.

Dr. Rubio stays quiet, allowing Sam to think.

Sam clears her throat, "Everything was fine until I got a little older, maybe 6 or 7. He uh, he started acting different -careless." Sam picks at a loose string on her shirt. "He was scary."

Dr.Rubio nods, "How? Was he physical with you to your mother-"

"No! Absolutely not. H would get drunk and drive off on purpose, he'd get crazy as he watched mom cry and he once brought another lady home and well...you know." Sam swallows a gulp.

Dr.Rubio also swallows a gulp, "We don't have to cross that line yet-"

"No, it's fine, I need to get it off my chest... By the time I turned 11 they were divorced and we were moving away while he stayed in Florida." Sam licks her lips nervously.

"I saw him every once in a while but every time I did," Sam pauses as she continues to fiddle with the string, "He looked less alive and-and happy. It's like he was always drowsy or sleepy."

Dr.Rubio nods, "Your father was diagnosed with-"

"Yes, But I didn't know til years later. I just remembered being so disappointed. I thought he simply didn't want to see me," tears brim on her eyes, "And so I stopped seeing him."

Dr. Rubio swallows a gulp, knowing what's to come next in the story.

Sam lets out a small sob, "I-I didn't know," she lets out another sob, "I-I didn't know he'd try to kill himself a year later."

Dr. Rubio rubs Sam's back as she cries.

Sam's tears seem uncontrollable, "I-I haven't seen him since last time," she chokes on a sob, "since last time at the hospital,"

Dr.Rubio nods and attempts to calm her down by soothing her back.

"It was my fault," Sam cries into Dr.Rubio's arm, "And I-I can't show my face because I'm a coward."

Dr.Rubio sighs as she holds Sam, "Sam, you were not responsible for your father suicide attempt."

Sam wipes her tears, "Yes I was. He needed me and I-I just left him there-" she sniffs, "And I know depression is part of it but, " Sam sniffs again, "I was supposed to be there for him, he's my dad."

Dr.Rubio nods, "Your fathers depression was not your fault, it wasn't his either. Bipol—"

Sam lets out a sobs again, "I know, I know. But I was supposed to be his reason to live."

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