I Don't Really Know...

Chapter 36: Liar, Liar

From zoievintagelife@gmail.com:  Hi  3:00PM

 

From zoievintagelife@gmail.com:  Plz answer.  3:27PM

 

From zoievintagelife@gmail.com:  Come on, just send a blank message, i don’t care, plz.  3:46PM

 

From zoievintagelife@gmail.com: Fine.  god.  9:57PM

 

From mallenandthelonely@gmail.com: ____  12:00AM

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“Well, YOU again.” He says, as I walk into his room later that same day.  Mila isn’t here today, but that email….scared me.  I had sent the emails yesterday night, and she replies at 12:00AM?  Why?  Why can’t she just tell me what’s wrong so I can help her?

 

“Hi,” I squeak, now trembling in his presence.  He dominates the room with his tall stature, towering over anyone who dares come near him.  Of course, I wouldn’t dare.  I was forced.

 

His eyes squint at me and he starts to laugh.

 

“This’ll be fun.”

 

“Excuse me but...what’s your nam-”

“My name…” He loudly states (by the way, I don’t think he means to declare that loudly.  I think that’s just the way he talks) “Mr. Therapist.”

 

I exhale over his dead joke.  “What’s your name, really?”

 

“It’s Mr. Uhmer.  Ok?  Now quit your whining, gosh.” He fakes shock, blinking with his strangely colored eyes...they’re almost amber like.  

 

I hear a murmur, and I twist my back to just see a couple walking past the doorway.  

 

“You got a boyfriend?” I hear, and I squirm in my chair.

 

“No.”

 

“Yeah, I’m forever lonely too.” He responds, sounding quite content with that statement.  “But, let us get serious now.” He leans forward in his chair, folding his hands.  

 

“Do you know why you’re here?”

 

“Um...Is it that thing-”

 

“No.  Try again.”

 

I draw my eyebrows together.  “Is it-”

 

“Nope.  I guess I’ll have to tell you.”  He settles himself into his chair, stretching, throwing his arms up in the air.  “Remember that email you got this morning?  Oh wait, you don’t, because you deleted it right when you saw the words, ‘counselor.’” I rub my arms anxiously as he smiles, knowing that’s what I had done.  

 

“Well, yours truly sent that email.  Apparently you only got it this morning...even though I sent it last night.  A young man-Jaison...” He says my brother’s name like a braying donkey.  “...came in and explained-well, many things.”

 

My body heats up as if I’m poising for attack.  Gritting my teeth, I barely understand my words as I say, “What did he tell you.”  

 

“He requested that I may not tell you.”   

 

My ears start to burn ferociously.  “Whatever.  Can I go now?”

 

He waves his hand and turns around, his back now towards me.  “Fine.  Go, it’s time for the late bus anyways.”  I grab my backpack and begin to dash to the door.

 

“You know, this stuff doesn’t help unless you let it.”  I hear him say with a gruff voice.  

 

I just shrug it off and saunter out of the room.

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“How is she?  Where’ve you been?” Preston huffs, as he runs up beside me.  

 

“In a therapist office,” I drawl, falling into step with him.  I shift my backpack on my back again.  “What is with this stupid backpack?  Gimme a second…” I plant my backpack onto a bench and start digging into it.  Preston starts tapping his foot impatiently.

 

“Look, the bus is about to leave, hurry up,” he hints, but meanwhile I’m too focused in finding this stupid nuisance hiding.  

 

I give up, shoving my hand near the bottom and scrambling to feel the foreign object.  My hands encompass a strange item.  What?  

 

I pull my hand out, revealing a camera.  Preston peeks around my shoulder.  “That yours?”

 

My voice rang out loud and clear.  “No.”

 

But I do know who it belongs to.

 

“Who’s is it then?” I hear the curiosity in his voice.

 

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sure?” He pushes, making my heart beat faster.

“Yes.”