"James, James! Hurry, hurry up already. She'll wake up any minute now!"
"I'm coming, Bethany! You know, if you keep screaming like that, she'll wake up sooner." James said in a hushed voice.
James and Bethany rushed insdide their bedroom door and locked the door from the inside. They both stood up against the wooden door and took in quick and shallow breaths. They both looked at each other and frowned a frown that only worried parents could obain.
"Do you think she's -" James began.
"No! My little girl can't be sent to therapy. It's not right, James! You know that!"
"I know but . . . I really think we should make her go to therapy. I don't know why, but she seems so . . . evil at this time of day." He sighed sadly, looking in Bethany's blue eyes.
"Don't say that! Don't!" Bethany began pounding her fists into James chest while he tried to hold her. "Maybe she's just in a bad mood. Maybe someone picks on her or-or something."
When Bethany erupted into tears, James petted Bethany's curly blonde hair. "Shh, shh. Let's just go to bed. We'll talk about this tomorrow while she's at school, okay?"
"You'd - you'd miss work for me?" Bathany stood back and looked into Jame's dark brown eyes and smiled slightly.
"Of course. I'd do anything just to make you comfortable and happy again. I don't like seeing you stressed out."
"Thank you." She smiled widely and kissed his lips. He held on to her and carried her to the bed like a groom hold his wife after they get wed.
The next morning, Bethany woke up Ally with caution. She was still afraid that her child might snap at her again. Bethany shook Ally gently and back up a little.
Ally rubbed her eyes and smiled at her mother. She was still tired from the day before, but she coldn't remember why exactly.
As they walked down the stairs hand in hand, Ally hummed a cute song to herself.
When they finally reached the kitchen, Ally sat down and her mother poured the cereal and milk. "Mommy, can you do my hair?" Ally smiled.
"Sure thing, my little five year old princess." Bethany went to the bathroom and grabbed a brush and a pony tail holder. When she was back, Ally was done with her cereal and almost fell asleep as her mother did he hair. "Done, sweety."
Bethany gave a mirror to Alley's little hands and Alley squealed in happyness. "Thank you, mommy!" She hugged her mother around her upper thighs. Alley put on her backpack and ran to the bus stop.
Bethany got on the bed and layed down. James layed down as well and asked grimly, "So, can we arrange a therapy session for her tomorrow?"
Bethany turned to him and asked, "Tomorrow? But we were going to get icecream . . ."
"Yes, yes. We can all get icecream after her therapy session. Alright?"
"Alright, fine. Tomorrow it is." She grabbed her cell phone and called the nearest psychologist.
"Dorctor Brown speaking."
"Yes, I was wondering if I could make an appointment for my daughter." SHe ran a hand down her hair and sighed inwardly."
"Of course. How old is she?"
"Five."
"Okay. The most current days available are today, tommorow, and Monday."
"Tommorow, please."
"Sure thing. Goodbye."
"Bye." Bethany put down the phone, sighed, and rolled over and cried.
