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Chapter five: Session one

𝙎𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚

T/W: anxiety attack

The next day, I find myself tentatively making my way up the driveway of Alex's house.

As I suspected, his house is pretty big. Through the way he dresses and the things he likes to flex on his Snapchat story to look cool and gain more attention, it's not that hard to guess that he has money. And a lot of it at that.

I'm not sure how many people think it looks cool, though. I sure don't; I just think he's making a fool of himself. I'm always resisting the urge to shout 'NO ONE CARES THAT YOU'RE RICH, SHUT THE FUCK UP!'

The front garden is tidy, and the grass looks as though they had cut it recently. Different plants and trees surround the expanse of the garden. Two large garages are sticking out the front. I picture a Lamborghini or an Aston Martin parked inside one of them. In contrast, I imagine an old, classical car that they hadn't touched in a while and they had bought to show off parked in the other.

It's a three-storey mansion-type house painted a cream colour and many windows freshly washed, causing them to glisten in the sun. As I've said, it's massive. The driveway in itself is a statement. One of the upper floor windows has a dark red coloured curtain pulled across it with a middle finger light placed on the windowsill. I guess that's Alex's room.

I'm surprised he's even letting me come to his house after yesterday. On my way here, I was expecting a call from him, paired with harsh words telling me that I shouldn't come today. I wouldn't have been surprised. I kind of wanted it to happen. But I'm here now. I need the grades, I remind myself.

When I reach the doorstep, I wipe the sweat from my hands on my thighs and try to calm my nerves before I press the bell. I would say I don't know why I'm so nervous, but I do. I didn't take my anxiety meds due to forgetfulness, and when I do that, every single little thing feels like the end of the world for me. Plus I'm entering a could-be sociopath's house. Today may be the day I get murdered, who knows.

The doorbell makes the exact sound you'd picture a doorbell to sound like in a posh house. I step back down a step and wait. After waiting for a few minutes, I decide to press the doorbell again, but before I can, the door swings open to reveal Alex.

The first thing I notice is a bluish-purple bruise under his eye.

"Got no patience, have you?" is the first thing he asks. I shrug and I am about to tell him he was taking a while to open the door, but he cuts me off before a syllable can even exit my mouth. "Whatever, come in." He steps to the side, and I enter his ridiculously posh house.