Aome

Chapter 1 -Happy Birthday-

A/N This chapter may be confusing. Sorry for any grammatical errors.

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Chapter 1

“Sir, Sir!” The man’s secretary said from behind his mahogany desk. His frantic shouts reached the man's ears, he thought about pretending not to hear him, but thought better of it . The man stopped and slowly turn around, to face his secretary Daniel Lee, a small man maybe in his late twenties, bald head and pronounced features. “You’re patient for 11:00 is here would you like me to admit her?” The man rubbed his temple, Matthew Montgomery loved his job that was for sure, but sometimes he felt it was all too much for a growing man even if he was in his thirties. It was all so repetitive and he wanted fresh not old, the same people the same problems all related some way or another. Matthew just wasn't fit for this job.

“Sir?” Matthew belatedly realised his secretary was still waiting for his answer which was not yet given. He cleared his throat before speaking “Yes, I’ll be there in a minute” The man looked relieved and went to call his other assistant, Laura to let the patient in one of the rooms.

Matthew maneuvered his way through the many corridors of the facility and to the front entrance passing through the heavy thick glass doors and into the chilly October air. He hugged his jacket tight around his body and took a cigar from one of it’s many pockets, lighting it up he tucked the lighter back into the pocket. He never planned his life to be like this, granted he was fortunate to be one of the best therapist’s his age and living in a suitable environment,  he couldn't' help but feel incomplete.. He wanted to travel to find love and have a family, It wasn’t like he was an unattractive man, in fact he dated many girls in his high school years, but it was the fact that he was so obsessed with his job, or was anyway, some even called him a workaholic. Truth to be told Mathew thought his job was ruining his life, but he could never quit. Who would pay the bills? the hydro? and not to mention all of the everyday essentials. He once had a wife, a pretty girl named Pam, she had blond curly hair and warm brown eyes, she was his everything, he lived for her, breathed for her. Matthew let out a puff of smoke, they were in love until she broke it off and filed a divorce, married for 5 beautiful years or so he thought, they met in high school, he never met someone more beautiful and kind. When she told him she met another man, one that cared for her like he never did, it broke his heart spiraling him into the depths of depression.

Which he still was trying to recover from. A sigh escaped his lips as he checked the watch, the patient was probably waiting for him to return.Throwing the cigar on the ground he stepped on it and pushed down destroying the cigar until there was no use of it anymore and glumly trudged back towards the center.

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“Man you got a crazy one in there” Laura says jerking her thumb towards the stark white door. She handed me the file with the patients name, Lucinda Sinclair. “Is that so” I murmur scanning the pages, but not reading them. In my peripheral vision I see Laura say something else in return, but I paid little attention. “Is that all?” I ask, as she stands beside me peeking over my shoulder. Realizing she got caught backs up and mumbles a yes and spins around stalking off on her 5 inch heels against the cold marble floor. Running a hand through my hair I slowly, but gently grab the handle and twist.

The room like all the others in the clinic is fairly cozy, with a dark green wallpaper brown wooden floor and one love seat couch completed with a single chair. The room has an earthy vibe to it, this one in particular do to the window against the back wall which shines the sun’s warm glow against the wood floor. What really catches my eye is the little girl sitting on the couch, she couldn’t be more than 14 years of age and has light brown hair that were currently placed in two braids. Her eyes are a bright blue, but with a closer inspection have a faraway look to them, but her lips are pulled into a content smile. She’s dressed in a loose white shirt and dark jeans and looks fairly normal. But what surprises me most, is her age, I never treat patients of this age, and at least should have been forewarned. Still I mentally curse myself for not reading the patients files properly. She doesn't look at me as sit down, her eyes still distant.

I clear my throat.

"Lucinda?" I ask calmly, not expecting an answer.

"Yes" her soft voice replies, slightly taken back I watch as her eyes shift to me, a look of curiosity fills them.

"I'm Matthew" I stick my hand out. She's grasps it.

"I know" A small smile pulls on her mouth.

"Is anyone here with you?" I ask, pulling my hand back. In most cases a child is accompanied by a parent or guardian.

"Yeah, my step mom, and if you're wondering the blond lady already asked us to sign those forms" She says, The "blond girl" was probably Laura.  

“Alright so lets start, shall we?”

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The only sound that filled the room was the taping of my pen against the paper. I was used to silence especially when my father wasn't home. Living in basically the middle of nowhere also contributed to it. I don't even remember the last time I saw someone else other than my family and nanny or the police that arrived at my house eight years ago. Today was my fourteenth birthday, not like it mattered. To my siblings and I our birthdays were only celebrated at night when we all snuck into each others rooms, before Jason, my older brother, was taken out of school he used to tell us that all of the kids used to have big parties and get presents and eat cake for their birthday, so on my birthday Jason tried to surprise me and get me a cupcake, but was caught and dad hit him really hard, we never did it again. “Luce! Lucy! Luuuuucccinnndaaaa!” The voice of my little sister sang as she strolled into my bedroom, one arm behind her back. “Yesss” I sang back. Melanie was the smallest out of the four of us, she had my mothers long blond hair and my dads startling blue eyes, her skin was so pale it was always hard for my siblings and I to tell if she was sick or not, and her lips were as red as Beverly’s roses, Beverly was our step-mom. “Guess what I snuck out of the kitchen” Her eyes were twinkling, I grinned.

“What?” I asked, excitement clear in my voice. Getting food was rare for us because going anywhere near the kitchen was forbidden, grabbing food when not told to was considered stealing and was usually awarded with a beating from my dad. She pulled out a baguette, and my mouth watered. “Well what are you waiting for” I said, I hopped off my bed and ran to the window my sister right on my heels. Slowly opening the window I moved out the way so my sister was right beside me. She handed me the baguette, “What about Eleanor, Liz and Jason?” I ask, referring to my other siblings. “I took one for them too” She said proudly and I rubbed her head. “Hey! you’re running my hair” She teased.

“You’re sounding like Liz” I giggled, and we both laughed. I split the bread in half and handed her a piece. The reason we stuck our head out the window and ate was because if someone caught crumbs on the ground we would get in big trouble. Moments like these were valuable and didn't come often. There was silence between us as we cherished this moment, but more of a content silence, then awkward. I watched as the stars twinkled above us and the leaves rustle from the trees that encircled the manor. And for a moment I was happy.

“Happy Birthday Luce” Mel whispers, and I smile.