Damaged || Chris brown and Zendaya fanfiction

"You Can tell me, it's my job to help you,'' He Spoke moving closer to me.
I could only stare. Why should I open up to him ? My own Family doesn't even know and that's been the plan. I don't need Sympathy from them or my friends. And especially not from a therapist.

"I don't know what you're referring to,'' Shrugging my shoulders, I continued staring him in his eyes.

"Zendaya,something has happened to you or you have done something you are ashamed of, I can't help fix the problem if i don't know what it is,''

"Listen and listen closely, I don't NEED or WANT your help for anything .You are only here for the money So just stop pretending that you give a damn about me,'' I spat as i got up from the couch and walked out of his office.

You Can't fix someone who is already damaged anyway, it's Just not possible.