"Okay, Can I have your full name?" He asks.
"Chloe Davies." I flatly respond.
"No middle name?" His eyebrows raise and I nonchalantly shrug.
"My mom said there was no need for a second first name. My name sounds better without one, anyways."
"But your first name has two names. That counts as something right?" He leans his elbows on the table and I offer a small smile.
"No it doesn't. Chloe is one name not two, It's just that-"
"We're getting off topic, you two. Robert please continue with the questions." Laura curtly puts our conversation to an end.
"How old were you when You're-"
"Nine." I didn't like to be reminded of what happened. It made me feel horrible and made me feel Like a sinner.
"How long did it go on for? Months, Years?"
"Laura, you already know the answers to these questions. why am I answering them again?" I sigh.
"Like I said before, I want to see how you respond to Robert. it's simple questions, if you answer them, we'll let you leave." Laura looks up from her clipboard and I scoff.
"Years. It stopped when I was fifteen." I say answering the question uncomfortably. I feel Robert's gaze on me, burning a hole through my body. I look up at catch him staring at me.
He continues to stare at me for what seems like an eternity, until his eyes divert back to Laura's clipboard.
I finish answering the critical questions and before I know it, Laura is leading us outside of the room where I find Abbie standing in the Hall, heels clicking at the tiles as she spots us and walks over.
"Rose, baby." she gushes, pulling me into a hug. she acts as if we were just reunited.
"Abbie, you're squishing me." I mumble pushing away from her. I'm Angry with her for sending me to therapy. Everything's her fault.
"Chloe, make sure you show up on Tuesday, alright?" Laura points her pen at me.
"Yeah." I breathe, rolling my eyes when she holds her arms out, expecting me to hug her. I lean for a hug anyways, she pats me on the back stiffly.
My eyes flicker to Robert, I let go of Laura and walk up to Robert, wrapping my arms around and bringing my lips up to his earlobe.
"Bye, Mr. Anderson." I whisper.
Chapter 2
"Where's Laura?"
I lean against the door frame of Robert's office, My school back pack slumping on my right shoulder. He looks up briefly, acknowledging my presence as he welcomes me inside. "Last week, you claimed you didn't need her assistance so she won't be arriving until after the session is over." Robert thoroughly explains. I frown. As much as I loathed Laura, I admit I need her here. To me, She's somewhat more of a guardian than Abbie is, but I will never acknowledge that aloud. "Take a seat,"
My backpack drops to the floor with a thud as I slump into the leather couch, sitting directly across Robert. I lean forward, taking a candy off the mint tray, as I watch Robert bring out a clipboard. I look around the office, this place is so cliché; Potted plants stand in every corner of the room, along with bookshelves that stand almost as high as the ceiling. His desk is neatly arranged with psychology paperbacks sprawled out, and the place smells like febreeze. "If you don't mind, I'm going to ask you some questions and take notes about what you say so that I Keep it fresh in my memory. Does that sound alright with you?"
"Mhm."
This is where my offensive side always kicked in. I hated answering the degrading questions that made me feel like something actually was wrong with me. It made me rethink of myself, and for that I didn't respond to most questions resulting me into longer sessions in the past. "Chloe Davies," He writes my name down and I yawn, looking at my nails out of interest.
"Who do you live with, Chloe?" He asks.
"My aunt Abbie and her boyfriend Josh who just moved in." I reply. He looks at me wearily, before writing something down.
"And do you feel comfortable living with them? Does Josh treat you alright?"
"He treats me fine."
"Well what about you living with them? Are you comfortable-"
"Why are you asking me these questions, shouldn't you be asking me questions about I don't know, Let's see, The real fucking reason why I'm here instead of how my life is at home with my shit aunt?"
I know it was out of proportion to make a fuss about questions but I couldn't help it, It was the same demeaning questions that I had to answer all the time and I was about ninety nine percent done with it.
"I was just trying to know my client better through some basic information, But if that's going to be a problem for you then we can head onto more advanced questions." He simply stated, not fazed by my little outburst. Robert differed from Laura to an extreme level. He could cope with my closed-in personality and overflowing mouth, Unlike Laura who always said if I keep getting out of control over something small, She'll call security in to sedate me with a needle. I don't think she's allowed to make such accusations like that, or would even think of sticking a sedating needle in my arm, however she said it to make me quiet. It worked.
"When did you last hear from your mother?" He asks.
I bite on my lip, trying to suppress my nerves as I try to think up an answer. I've been secretly meeting up with my mother for the past two three weeks. Abbie took full custody of me when I was fifteen years old, and because of that, She didn't want to me to visit my mother or be in any contact with her. However, I missed my mom. I needed to see her, I wasn't
