The helpless therapist.

/Penelope's POV/

“You are the one who got a therapist not me.” he chuckled.

“What???” my jaw dropped, while I glared at him but as usual, he has this hint of annoyance in his eyes but it's mixed with an underlying feeling of amusement.

“Yeah, you've been acting extremely crazy and you're inconsiderate of the people that are worried about you, Maria freaked out when she heard that you threw yourself in front of a bullet, so everyone thinks you're so depressed and you need to see a therapist, because this is not the first time you acting that way, and I noticed you haven't been taking your antidepressants, why is that?” He fixed his gaze on me.

“No reason, I'll see the therapist, you informing me now means she's outside, you can tell her to please come in.” I smiled weakly.

He walked outside but not before trying to figure out what I was thinking, or if I was comfortable with his decision, I must at myself that I had a suicide mission judging from the way I talked to Hunter, although to