"Oh! How lovely to meet you." His wife gushed, before grabbing a hold of Robert's arm.
As if on cue, Daniel had finally spotted Chloe after looking everywhere for her.
"Babe, I found the books. Did you know they have over 100 names for weed? Who would've knew!" Daniel neared her and Chloe wanted to face palm for what he's said out loud. "Who's this?" Daniel asked as he looked at Robert and his wife. It was only then, Daniel had notice it was the guy from the cafe just last week who was giving Chloe some trouble at the counter. "I'm Robert, Chloe's therapist." Robert spoke and Chloe grit her teeth, staring wide eyed at Robert for sharing such information without her consent. She didn't want anyone finding out that she attends therapy sessions let alone that she had such terrible problems that she needed counseling for it. "Therapist? Rose, You go to therapy?" Daniel asked and Chloe blushed a dark red, her face heating up from anger.
"Thanks a lot, Robert." She spat, grabbing Daniel's arm as she walked away from him and his wife. How dare Robert just spill personal things like that to Daniel!
"Why do you go to therapy?" He asked and Chloe felt like crying.
"I don't.." she denied it and Daniel scoffed.
"Just tell me. I tell you everything, I promise I won't Tell anyone." He hushed her, stopping her from crying out as he brought her into his arms. She sighed, holding back the tears that formed in her eyes as she looked up at Daniel. She knew she could trust Daniel. "I..My aunt made me go to therapy because I.. I'm in there because of sex." She finally admitted and Daniel's eyes seemed to light up as he looked down at her, staring into her brown eyes. "What, like you.. You have too much sex.. you're a sex addict or something?" He asked, his eyes beaming with happiness. If Chloe was his, he wouldn't mind the everyday sex. He would love it, He could mend her problems instead of letting her go to therapy for something that he could handle with just his fingers. "Yeah.. or something." Chloe muttered.
I am not a slut.
"How was school?"
Why do people ask this question. They’re never going to get an honest answer out of it, so why waste your breath on asking this impeccable question. There's only two answers and that's all there will ever be; It was good. It was shit.
"It was shit, Abbie, It was fucking shit."
Chloe stabbed at the mash potatoes that sat on her plate as she tried to make the time pass. The dinner table was quiet, Abbie and her boyfriend Josh looked at each other with concern. Josh coughed uncomfortably as he set his fork down, looking at Chloe.
"Well, Perhaps tomorrow will be different. Besides, you're almost done with school." Josh spoke. Chloe looked at him through her thick eyelashes, before rolling her brown eyes.
"Yeah, Three more months until I'm away from you both and this Shit place." She Bluntly spoke as she got up from her seat, leaving her mess on the table. She walked down the hall and into her room, where she took out a lighter. She held the lighter at the end of the blunt in her hands as she lit it.
Chloe was so numb and her bottoms hurt like hell from Robert's earlier behavior, not to mention that she had a heavy white stain on the back of her jean shorts that had to be washed out. She was so angry with Robert; One, because he had told Daniel about therapy, and two because he took her up at a library. She looked down at her bed, looking at the paperbacks sprawled out on the comforter. She picked one up, opening it, looking at the various pictures of pot.
"God dammit, Chloe, It reeks of drugs in there!" Abbie knocked at her door. Chloe rolled her eyes, picking up the remote to her stereo as she turned on the music, blasting it loud so that Abbie's calls would be drowned out.
Chapter 7
Chloe grumbled under her breath as she neared the all too familiar office.
It was Tuesday.
She wasn't ready to face Robert, she didn't want to. She still couldn't get over the fact that Robert had shared personal information with Daniel. It wasn't really about that, she was worried that Daniel would tell someone and word would get out that she's in therapy because of sex. But it wasn't like that.
"Chloe, please come in." Laura gestured her to the leather seats. Chloe was surprised to see Laura instead of Robert. Laura must've seen Chloe's face as she answered a question that wasn't even asked.
"Robert's coming soon. I'm here today because I need to speak with the both of you." Laura calmly spoke, although it didn't seem to calm Chloe.
What if she knows what happened between us? What if she's here to fire Robert and send me to a different therapist? Fuck, we're totally screwed.
"Well, What is it you need to speak to us about?" Chloe played it cool, taking a seat as she stared at Laura for any giving away looks. Laura looked at her briefly, her eyes narrowing and adjusting to the frail teenager in front of her as she toyed with a paperweight, rolling it between her fingers.
"Why so anxious?" Laura asked in slight suspicion. Laura thought Chloe was on edge maybe because she has been skipping sessions and Robert was kind enough to let us slide. However, That was definitely not the case.
"I...I'm anxious to get out of this hell hole you call in an office. I just want to get today's session over with and go home. I have a school project that needs to be turned in and sitting here having this lovely chat with you is wasting my fucking time." Chloe scoffs, knowing well that her cursing would distract Laura from questioning her any
