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to the party on Friday night?” he asked. All Gary ever thought about was football, drinking, and sex. He lived to party. “There are going to be some hot chicks there, and you, my friend, need to get laid.”
    I laughed. “I don't know. Parties aren't really my thing .”
    “ After a couple of shots, you won't care,” he promised.
    “ Maybe,” I said, once again thinking of Roxy. Maybe she could come with me. She didn't seem like the partying type, but maybe she was. I learned more about her every time we talked.
    Gary smiled, obviously satisfied with my answer, and then he shut off the light. I stared at the shadows on the dark ceiling and thought about her.
    Roxy was like a puzzle. It was going to take a while to put all the pieces together, but I would, eventually. Eventually she would open up to me. I needed to fix her.
     
     

FOUR
     
    ROXY
    I avoided Aiden since Tuesday night. I felt silly for the way I acted with him. I was like a lovesick teenager, and the thought made me sick. That wasn't me. I never acted like that, and I certainly wasn't going to start acting like that with him.
    He sent me a text on Thursday, right before I went to therapy. Hey, was all it said. I decided I should probably send him a message back so it didn't seem like I was avoiding him.
    Hey, I sent back.
    Want to meet up for coffee? My phone vibrated again a couple seconds later.
    Can't, I have an appointment. I hit send, but then I regretted it. I wanted to see him, so I texted him again, Maybe later?
    Not two seconds later, I got a reply. Sounds good :).
    I couldn't help but smile at his virtual smiley face. I could imagine him smiling as he sent the message to me.
    “Roxy,” I heard Dr. Lewis call my name. I looked up from my phone to see her smiling at me. “Are you ready?”
    I picked up my hoodie off the chair next to me and followed her inside her office. I had been so into my text conversation with Aiden that I didn't even notice the patient before me leave. That was a first for me.
    “When did you start texting?” She asked, clearly amused that I was uncomfortable. I could feel my cheeks growing warmer.
    “ I've always had a cell phone,” I said sarcastically, trying to lighten up the conversation. “Everybody texts.”
    “ But you had this silly grin on your face, and I know that smile,” she leaned closer for dramatic effect. “It's the smile a girl gets when a guy is texting her.”
    I chose to ignore her. Really, it was none of her business.
    “Was it Aiden?”
    I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “So what if it is? Am I not allowed to have friends ? Isn't that what the challenge was all about?”
    “ I'm proud of you,” she said, nodding. “This is good progress.”
    “ So maybe we could cut our visits down to once a week instead of twice?” I asked, hopeful.
    “ Not yet,” she answered. “But, maybe soon.”
    I felt very excited by her words. For the past 3 years, I had spent way too much time in therapy. No matter how many hours I spent in there, nothing would undo my past. I wasn't even sure that coming had helped me any at all. Forcing me to talk about what my mom did to me was torture, and some days I left here feeling a lot worse.
    I would never get over what happened to me. I would always have nightmares about it. Some things in life were just inevitable.
     
    I was walking home from school. I wasn't at all surprised when I walked into the apartment and saw the broken glass all over the floor. I immediately began to sweep it up, but then I heard my mom screaming. I ran into the kitchen, where she sat on the floor. Around her, there was a circle of blood. She had cut her arm, but I couldn't see how bad it was.
    “ Mom?” I could hear the quiver in my voice. I hated that I was scared.
    “ Don't you come any closer you devil!” she yelled at me.
    “ Mom, it's me. It's Emma.” I took another step towards her.
    “ NO!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Stay away from