Ok, I originally wasn't going to write this
but then I thought, why not?
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Rookie Blue

"So, how do you think you are?" The words dripped out of her mouth. She looked up from the piece of paper she was writing, looking over at 17 year old Holly Swarek.
Holly was sitting across from her with her arms folded across her chest. She shrugged slightly and looked around the room she had been in a billion times.

Twice a week she was made to see a therapist, one who asked the same questions every time they had a session. She had been to many different ones, old and young. They all pushed her to answer the questions till she couldn't take it anymore, she just ended up crying.

She didn't really know how to talk about her feelings, something she had developed over the years. Especially since when she was growing up, her mother never asked how she was.
"Do you think you're better then you were?" Again, Holly shrugged. She just didn't want to talk today.

The therapist sighed, and looked back down at her piece of paper. Holly wasn't quite sure of her name. Maybe it was Casey, or maybe it was Kate. Either way, Holly hadn't listened to when she had said her name. She knew she probably wouldn't be with her for very long anyway.

"What about the scar's on your arms then. Can you tell me about those?" Holly looked down at her arms. None of her therapists had asked her about those before.
"I started when I was 14, stopped about 6 months ago. Nothing special" Holly pushed her hair behind her eyes.

"What brought it on?" Holly looked up. This girl was generally concerned about her. One of the first people ever.
Andy being one of the people too, and her dad.
"My mum."
"Do you live with her?" Holly hesitated before nodding.
"Why? If she caused you to do that. Why are you still living with her?"

"I couldn't bare going back to my dad's house after what happened. I mean I still get nightmares about him, and it's scary. They did offer to move, but I didn't want to have them make a fuss over me, so I just moved back in with my mum." Holly said, looking up at her.

She smiled, writing something down on her piece of paper. She looked down at her watch, then looked back up at her.
"You know, they're allowed to make a fuss. They are your parent's" She smiled, standing up.
Holly stood up, grabbing her bag.
"I just don't want to annoy them."
"Believe me, you won't."

Holly breathed in the cool winter air as she stepped of the building. She pulled her coat closer to her chest and started walking down the street towards her mother's house.
She started thinking about what the therapist had said, about moving back in with her dad. She would much rather stay with them than her horrible mother and the even worst mean she brought home.

She looked around the street, watching people coming from work or walking their dogs. They all seemed to be stuck in their own lives.
She glanced over the road, one face catching her eye. A face she knew all to well. Her eyes widen, watching the face grin.
She took off into a sprint, running down the her mother's street. She ran up the steps to her front door, opening it as fast as she could and walking inside. She shut it quickly and turned around.
Her mother's newest catch was standing in front of her holding a bottle of whiskey.
"Where have you been?" He asked, taking a drink from the bottle.

She looked him up and down before walking up the stairs. She heard his footsteps behind her.
"Don't walk away from me!" He yelled, grabbing her arm.
Her heart started pounding in her chest. She could feel a panic attack coming on, something that had started after she'd met Damon.

She managed to pull her arm away, stumbling into her bedroom. She heard the front door open and some keys jingle. Her mother was home, which meant this was about to get even worst. She closed her eyes, trying to slow her heart beat.
She felt dizzy and sick, but she grabbed the bag from her closet. She grabbed any clothes she could, as fast as she could.
"Holly! Get down here now!" Her mother's voice shrieked. She grabbed her phone charger out of the wall and zipped up her bag.

She heard footsteps walking up the stairs, stomping loudly. She grabbed the hoodie closest to her and opened her window, climbing out.
She climbed down the fire escape of her mothers apartment building, a building she'd hopefully never have to call home again.
She couldn't remember the last time she had been in her dad's house. She thought maybe it had been sometime in the summer. She had stayed there a couple of weeks, mainly to get away from her mum but also because she barely ever got to spend time with her dad and Andy.
And she loved spending time with them.

She had grown to love Andy, over the 2 years. She had figured out that they had a lot more in common then she thought they'd ever had, and she really had no idea why she hadn't like her.
Then again, she hadn't liked any of her dad's girlfriends.

She pulled the hoodie over her head, and ran down the street. She pulled her phone out dialing an all to familiar number.
The phone rang twice before they picked up.
"Hello?" They answered.
"Daddy? Do you think you could come pick me up and bring me home?"