Chapter Twenty “You don’t get it, Aiden!” I whined, lying down on the couch in his office for my ‘session’ that only consisted of me talking and whining to Aiden, who always listens like the professional therapist that he is, He groaned playfully at me, rambling on about my predicaments, placed the book he was reading or pretending to read on the table, and slumped on the chair in a weird position that made his neck squeeze together.Mum would have been pissed if she saw him like that “Make me get it the; II mean, I don’t understand what other thing is there to get, he likes you a lot from what you have said, and you like him back. What is it I don’t get then?” he asked while sitting upright, trying as much as possible to make a serious face, to which he failed “That is the problem!” I groaned, not liking the way he was making the whole thing feel like a joke, but I should know better; he always takes things lightly, for longevity he said “What is?” he asked, confusion written on
"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out. I wordlessly stepped out of the car and adjusted what my mum called a ' cute' dress, but for me, it was just an uncomfortable piece of clothing that showed too much skin and could easily be blown away by the wind. Mr. Logan stepped to my side of the car to bring my suitcases with him, more like struggling with the two bags my mum had spen
I followed the old who had personally chosen to show me around the school despite having lots of staff who could do so. I fought back the urge to tell him not to try to be nice to me; I won't give him a word of donation to the Williams. “This is the counseling building, your doctor will be Dr. Finn, and you’ll visit him daily, no questions asked. You have a section with him after breakfast for two hours every day for the six months you'll be here," the old man explains.“Sure, no problem., It's just visiting a shrink for two hours out of twenty-four I can manage. So, anything else I should take note of?" I asked, staring at the two-story counseling building with an indifferent face. I saw two beautiful boys coming out of the building; they had probably just finished a section with their therapist or counselor, not that I cared anyways. The taller one of the two, standing tall at 6'2' with a buzz cut hairstyle, an ear piercing decorated with a diamond earring, his tattoos peeking out
I plopped down on the queen size bed in the room I was giving, inhaling and exhaling to regain the energy I lost listening to the old man talk. While I was taking a tour with the oldie, someone brought my bags to my room which I'm grateful for since I don't think I would have been able to bring them up here to the third floor, and I haven't noticed any elevator around here. Deciding I needed a shower, I got up from the bed and cleaned the room properly since I didn't do that when I came in. The room was as large as the back room; hell, the interior was a replica of the one back home, which made me even angrier than I already was for being here. If this is a way of trying to make me feel at home, they are doing a shitty job of it. The last thing I want is a reminder of that fucked up place. I walked to the bedside drawer and picked up the land phone to call the front desk."Hello, the front desk," a female voice picked up after a ring “Can I get another room?" I asked, not returning
I Followed Arla down to the dining room, where almost everyone was already sitting. There were only three chairs empty, two on one side and one at the head of the rectangular-shaped table; Arla sat down beside a green-haired boy with piercing all over the place on his face. Ordinary people seeing him for the first time would stare, but I only glanced at him once as I sat beside Arla. “I remember we told you that dinner is at eight, yet you still came late!" Aaron snapped at me, and I ignored him; seeing that dinner wasn't ready or we were waiting for the last person to come in, I brought out my phone and began playing some merged game. Someone tried to snatch my phone from me, but my grip on it was tight as I refused to let it go; I glared up at the person only to be met with a pair of brown eyes belonging to the older man. He let go of my phone and continued to his seat. “It had skipped my mind to tell you that phones are not allowed on the table during dinner or whenever we are all
Chapter Five I looked up at the counseling building with disdain, I might not have a problem coming here every day to spend precious hours, but it doesn't mean I like it either. I walked into the building, and a receptionist greeted me with a polite smile. "How can I help you?' she asked. "I have a section with Doctor Finn this morning," I told her politely; I’m not always grumpy, okay? "Oh, you must be Samantha; Dr. Finn is on the second floor, fourth room to your left," she explained, and I thanked her before leaving. I knocked on the door to the office; This had Dr. Finn on it and a muffled voice telling me to come in answer from the other side. "No way it's you!" I silently screamed at the person sitting behind the desk named Dr. Finn; he grinned at me, motioning me to come in quickly as he stood up to give me a bear hug "Oh, how I’ve missed your cutie," he chuckled as I squeezed him tightly into the hug. I did tell you all I like hugs. "How have you been, baby girl? You've
I sat patiently on the couch in the living room playing SIM city on my phone as I waited for my mini fridge to be delivered; no one was inside the house, which gave me the liberty to sit down so casually and relax in the living room. I followed Aiden's instructions and asked for a mini fridge about a week ago, and I was promised it'll be available today, which is why I am sitting here today. I haven't had dinner with them since my second day at the institution. I ate breakfast and a large lunch, enough to keep me full the following day. I have been avoiding everyone, only occasionally seeing some in the hallway or living room while getting breakfast or lunch or while I’m going or coming back from my 'session' with Dr. Finn; for the most part, they have left me alone just stealing glances at me while I pass no one made the extra effort to talk to me, well if you don't count the persistent Arla and Dylan. They always tried to speak to me every time we met. Keyword being tried. I can be
I Slept well last night; I even woke up later than usual; it was 11 am when I woke up, and I wasn't even by myself. Someone had woken me up with a knock on my door. I dragged myself out of bed as the continuous knock became annoying; I opened the door to see Aaron, who looked at me from my head to my toes, nodded, and left without saying anything. I looked at his retreating figure in confusion, and knowing I wouldn't be getting any answer to his weird behavior, I went back into my room and decided to shower before heading down for breakfast.After my shower, I put on blue bum shorts and an oversized black t-shirt that almost reached my knees, my hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and I didn't bother with makeup since I wasn't going anywhere anyway. Aiden had given me today off, and I had all day to myself. Surprisingly, I was in a perfect mood today. I made my way downstairs, and it was empty, literally deserted, probably because they were hung over and still sleeping. I decided