Jenalyn: From the Inside (#3) [Complete]

Chapter 55: Hayden

Thursday, 1:45 P.M. EST

“I had my meeting with your mother yesterday,” Dr. Reyborn says, breaking away from our conversation as if she only now remembers what she did yesterday. “It went very well, I’d say. Your sister was here! That girl really loves you, Hayden.” 

Oh, wow… Harper was here. 

I knew about the meeting already; Dr. Reyborn informed me before she planned it, that those were her intentions. I didn’t know Harper would come though.

I wonder why she can come to sit there and talk about me behind my back, I can’t help the voice in the back of my head from sneering with a bitter tone. But she won’t come to visitation.

My head fills with different voices hypothesizing why she doesn’t want to see me. A few of them conclude that she hates me. I mean, why wouldn’t she?

If Ty hates me enough to cheat on me while I’m stuck in a hospital, and I reeled him in using a power I could never use on Harper? She could definitely find it in herself to hate me too. 

Dr. Reyborn waits for a response, but I must take too long because she’s filling the silence herself.

“I suggested a longer treatment here for you, Hayden,” she says soft, but matter-of-factly. “What’s your stance on that?” 

I’ve got to try not to get mad when her words find their way to my ears. It’s easier than I’d imagine it to be.

Maybe a couple of days ago, it’d be hard not to get mad knowing I might stay here longer. But after yesterday? I could probably warm up to this place.

“What’d they say?” I can’t help but ask, imagining how on board Mama G must have been with the suggestion.

Dr. Reyborn takes a moment to scribble something on her notepad before responding. “They said it would be better for you to continue treatment at home after your stay here,” she responds, pausing only to take a breath. “What do you think about it?” 

What do I think about it? 

I messed up out there… my attempts to control Jena didn’t really go as planned, and I ended myself up here anyway. 

But now I have a better grasp on her… I would probably handle things a little better now, right?

I go to respond, answering honestly only to further the sense of control I have over Jena. I make a mental note in my mind that Jena would want to lie in response to her question. But I’m going to answer honestly, and still engage myself in seeking treatment. 

“Sometimes I don’t think they can handle me…” I say after a few moments, knowing the things I’m capable of that they would never imagine. I take a breath, following the honest track when I sum up my response. “I feel like I’m learning how to control myself a little better though, so I’m not sure?”

Reyborn scribbles on her notepad again, her brows raised in surprise as she does.