"How are you today?" Meredith sits in her chair with her legs crossed per usual.
I sit on my chair with my arms wrapped around myself and a death stare glued on my face per usual.
I strongly dislike this woman.
"Kayla? I asked how you are today?"she repeats.
"I heard you," I narrow my eyes.
"Are you reflecting on your emotions?"
"I know my emotions. It's one hundred percent pissed off. I'm just choosing not to answer your dumb question," I retort.
"If you would just go along with the therapy it might actually start helping you," she sighs setting down her pen. "I'm here to help you. You can trust me."
She cannot be serious. Obviously she has suffered some sort of severe brain damage.
"I can't trust you," I deadpan.
"Of course you can, why would you think otherwise?"
"Did you, or did you not know that the boy I was dating killed my father?" I raise my eyebrows at her. She opens her mouth and snaps it shut quickly. Her answer clear as day. "That's what I thought. You let me go around holding hands with him and failed to say a word. So no, I don't trust you."
"You know I have to keep my patients information confidential. I can't discuss anything to you about any sessions of possible patients of mine. I'd be breaking the law," Meredith explains. "There is nothing more I can say about the matter."
"Whatever, all I know is I don't need you and I don't want your help either," I grab my bag swinging it over my shoulder and stomp towards the door.
"Kayla, you can't keep leaving in the middle of our sessions," she calls to me.
"Oh, watch me," I slam the door behind me.
I'd rather have my fingernails pulled out with tweezers than sit there for another half an hour. I take the bus home today. I know if I call Kate she would force me to go back in there.
That is definitely not going to happen.
When I get home I waste no time before stomping up to my room with saying a word. I slip off my sweater and tug on a oversized tee the just reaches the top of my thighs. I pull off my jeans and dig through my drawer for my sweatpants. This is feeling like a comfy clothes kind of day. I hear Kate knock on the door probably with a lecture prepared. I continue digging through my drawer tearing it apart on my mad search for pants.
"Fine, come in," I sigh when the persistent knocking continues. I whirl around preparing to tune out Kate's long speech, but I'm shocked to see that it's not Kate at all.
It's Henry.
His eyes scan down my body and his face turns red.
That's when I remember I'm not wearing pants.
Great Kayla. That's terrific. You just flashed your entire bum to a guy in your underwear that is definitely not rated PG.
"Oh god! I thought you were Kate!" I yell frantically grabbing my pants trying to put them on. Since I'm rushing, of course I continually stick my foot in the same pant leg as the other. When I try to correct my very embarrassing error, my foot catches on the fabric on the sweatpants causing my partially naked self to face plant on the floor.
This isn't embarrassing what so ever. Thank you very much universe.
"You're a disaster," Henry howls in laughter.
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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...
