Bella and the Therapist
After a traumatising experience, Bella moves back to Forks, her hometown, to see a therapist her Doctor recommends. But, after their past can he help her. Will Bella be able to open up to Edward Cullen? Or will she never become her old self again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I just play around with them.
Chapter 1: Moving back
"Déjà vu", I thought as my father's car whizzed past the green blur of trees. I had made this journey so many times before in my father's cruiser and in my Chevy when I was a teen living in this dreary town. Back then I lived with my father while my mother toured around America with her second husbands band. It was for convenience sakes, so I could have a stable home while at high school. Now she was here for a different reason.
My eyes prickled with tears as I looked out of the window. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder, " how you keeping up Bells?" he asked.
"Ok", I acknowledged him with half a glance, " I really don't need to be here dad".
"Bella", he sighed, " We've been through this. Your doctor thought it would be best to see a therapist, and this guy is one of the best in the country".
"And he just happens to live and work in Forks", anger touched my voice.
"Yes he does", he replied, I shot him a look, " and don't give me that look Bells, I just want to make sure your ok. You've been through a very traumatic time."
"Dad, I'm 22. I'm not a little girl anymore, I can look after myself."
Charlie sighed and stopped our argument.
I looked out the window again, not letting Charlie see the tears of pain in my eyes.
"Your first appointment is in about 40 minutes so we'll just drop off your bags and drive straight there", Charlie said as we drove into the main street of Forks, not that it was much of a main street.
"I can go myself dad," I sighed, " just give me the directions."
"Bella, you know the doctor told me to keep an eye on you, your quite unstable at the moment, you could do anything", he replied.
"I didn't think that meant following me everywhere", I murmured under her breath as we pulled into Charlie's drive.
"I'll just put your bags in, I'll only be a sec", he told me.
"Well hurry up, there's so many unstable things I could do in those two minutes", I said sarcastically.
Charlie just sighed, got out of the car and locked it.
I looked up at my teenage home. As soon as I had finished high school, I had left this dump of a town with all of its bad memories. I sighed to myself as I realised how those memories were going to weigh down on me even more now that I was back.
"Great", I thought to myself, "If the fact that I had been on suicide watch for a month, was still being watched by Charlie, had my depression medication taken off me in case I OD wasn't it enough, I had to deal with the awful memories of 'him' resurfacing."
I watched as Charlie looked over his shoulder as he locked up. Like I could go anywhere, he had locked her inside so she couldn't escape. Charlie unlocked the door and climbed back inside the car.
"The office is only ten minutes away. Just on the outskirts of Forks", Charlie announced as we were pulling out of the drive.
"Ohhh, Goody", I muttered sarcastically.
Charlie ignored me and kept on driving. Soon we were outside a small, ground floor, brick building. It looked like most of the other buildings in Forks.
Charlie got out of the car before I could even reach for my door handle. I groaned realising that he was going to make sure I was seated in front of the therapist before he left. We walked inside and Charlie told me to sit while he went to the receptionist at the desk. I sat in the waiting room, barely glancing at the magazine I had picked up. Charlie came to sit next to me. "He'll be out in a minute", looking quite nervous as he told me this. I knew that look, Charlie couldn't fool me.
" What's wrong now dad?" I asked him, setting the magazine down.
"Well its ehmm, you, umm, might know the therapist from when you lived in Forks before", he looked even more nervous when saying this.
"Oh is he a friend of yours?" I had always liked all of Charlie's friends, this might not be so bad after all.
"Ehmm, no, not really", he answered.
I had just opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, when the receptionist told me I could go in now.
I gave Charlie one last look and walked towards the door. I heard his "good luck" behind me. Just as I reached for the knob of the door, someone else was already turning it.
The door swung open revealing a man of 6'2, with bronze hair, pale skin and piercing green eyes, looking at a clipboard. "Okay, if you would like to come straight in Miss", he flicked a page of his clipboard, "…. Uhmm, Swan…Uhmm…." He looked up as shock flitted across his face. "Bella", he said softly.
I didn't even answer him and I shocked myself as I watched rather than felt, my hand slapping him across his face.
