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crazy.”
    When the door swings open and the hallway
comes into light it’s not Dominic who’s standing there though, it’s my Aunt
Jenna. She’s wearing an all white suit with a red blouse underneath the thick
blazer. The matching red hells that lace her feet are so high that I know I’d
probably break my ankle if I ever tried to wear them. Her make up is flawless
and her perfectly highlighted blonde hair is falling in curls around her face.
    “Guess who’s back from the groomers
looking as handsome as ever?” She turns her attention back to the doorway. Moe
sticks his freshly cut black head out from beyond the doorframe. Moe is my aunt’s
puppy, he happens to be absolutely adorable, but he’s also scared of his own
shadow. He’s actually really grown closer to me lately but he still gets scared
when anyone new comes around though, like Angelina.
    “It’s okay, come here, come on out,” I
try softly.
    Moe shuffles his little body into the doorway
and slowly spins around, showing off how nice he looks. His normally scruffy
fur is nicely trimmed and there’s a little red bandana around his neck. I can
smell his sweet aroma all the way from my bed.
    “Very pretty,” Angelina says just above a
whisper.
    It’s enough to send Moe flying from the
doorway to under my bed as fast as his little paws can carry him.
    My Aunt sighs, “So much for progress.”
Then she smiles and takes a step inside my room. “How was your first day back
at newspaper?”
    “Wonderful!” I say.
    “Nothing happened!” Angelina says.
    My Aunt looks at us strangely for a
second, then just shakes her head and turns her attention back to me. “Almost
ready?”
    I nod and she backs her body toward the
door. “I’ll be in the kitchen, come out when you want to get on the road.”
    Once she’s gone I focus on Angelina. “Okay,
I’ll think about it. I have bigger problems right now anyway.”
    “Like what?”
    I bury my face into my pillow and let out
a tiny squeal of frustration. “Like my first appointment with my new
therapist.”

 
 
    Chapter
Three

 
    I hit the end button on my Iphone and
shove it into my bag a little harder than necessary. I let out a heavy breath
and slide my body down onto the floor. I’m in the bathroom of my new therapists
office trying my best to not freak out. The thing about therapists that’s super
annoying is that you never know what you’re going to get. You never know if
they are going to believe you, or if they’re going to think you’re lying
straight to their face. Which I guess isn’t the worst thing in the world, if they
think your lying, I mean. Most people don’t care what their therapists think
about them.
    My case is a little different though. I
mean , I actually need my therapist to believe me.
That’s because I’m pretty sure whatever reports this therapist is making will
be sent directly back to the wellness center. Which means one sign of anything
out of the ordinary and they could tell my dad and Missy. Which means right
back to the hell I had already survived once.
    I grab my phone and carefully tap in the number
in to the wellness center, crossing my fingers for luck. It’s no use though, the
same secretary that has picked up the last twelve times I’ve called answers. I
hang up right away. If she hadn’t let me talk to Eric any of the other times
I’ve called, she wasn’t going to let me this time either. It just makes
absolutely no sense. They had never been strict about people calling before. It’s
not like they don’t monitor everything that’s being said, and it wasn’t like I
was calling to relay some secret information, I just needed to hear his voice
right now. I just needed to know I had his support. I needed that more than
ever, even if it was from afar.
    Eric was the only real friend I had made
in the wellness center, he was also one of the major reasons I had finally made
it out of there. He had coached me early on exactly what to say and how to