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He nods. “Fine. I’ll go. Harlee stays here, though. You protect her with your life.”
“We will,” Wrath says, patting his shoulder. “You should go home and sleep it off. We will collect Harlee and bring her home.”
Wrath shoots me a look. He means I will, but we don’t want to set Honk off again.
He nods. “I don’t think I should drive.”
“I’ll take you,” Chap tells him, escorting him from the clubhouse.
Once he’s gone, I turn to Reaper, Colt, and Wrath.
“Do you think he will do it?” I ask them.
“I sure fucking hope so,” Reaper mutters before leaving.
Fucking same.
The therapist sits across from me, staring down at her notebook that’s in her lap as she taps her pencil against it. When I first walked in, I didn’t know what to expect. As soon as I met her, though, I relaxed slightly. She’s nice enough. I should have known that she would be considering she’s friends with Evelyn and works with her at the hospital. Evelyn is like a big sister to me. There’s no way she would let me talk to someone who didn’t pass the vibe check.
That hasn’t made opening up to her any easier, though.
“So you’re a senior?” she asks, trying to fill the silence.
“Yeah, I just graduated. I will be leaving town soon.”
Not soon enough.
“And you lost your mom?”
“Yep.”
This is stupid. So fucking stupid. Why did I agree to this again?
The therapist sighs heavily, and guilt kicks in. I know I could be more open to all of this, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to be here. When the topic of therapy came up, I was open to it,but now I’m not so sure. I didn’t want to do online sessions like Natalie, but now I’m wondering if that would be a better option.
“Can I ask you something, Harlee?”
“Sure.”
“Do you want to be here?” she asks point-blank.
I take a deep breath as I think about her question. Saying no right out would be a lie. Part of me wants to be here. To feel better, but the other part feels like healing will be a disservice to my mom. Like I’m forgetting her.
“Kind of. I know I need help, but this is just a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
She smiles softly. “Okay, good. I had to ask because therapy only works if you want to be here. Otherwise, you are wasting not only your time but mine.”
I wince. “I’m sorry.”
She waves away my apology. “Trust me, you aren’t the first one to come to therapy and have an awkward first session. It will get better as we go.”
“If you say so.”
“How about we end today’s session, and we schedule another one for later in the week. How does that sound?”
“That works for me,” I mumble.
“Okay, schedule the next appointment with the secretary outside, and I’ll see you then.”
