Here is yet another chapter! I hope you like it, its not really that big or anything, but I'm trying to just keep the story moving along. If you guys have any thoughts on where the story should go, please comment down below! I also love reviews so please feel free!

The next few days went by fine. Kayla didn't show up again and Callie and Wyatt both kept her encounter a secret. Leena and Steph had no idea about it. Leena brought me to my therapy appointment a few days later, after having to reschedule it twice.

We both walked into the office together and took a seat in the waiting room. Susan, my therapist came out of her room and called my name, I stood up and Leena smiled at me. I walked into Susan's room and took a seat in her couch, kicking off my flip flops and sitting in a criss cross position. She sat down in a chair in front of me mirroring my position.

If Susan wasn't trying to figure out what is wrong with me, she may actually be kinda cool. She is like 30, she wears casual clothes to work, she wears her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and isn't really generally formal at all.

"So Cori, I haven't seen you in a few weeks. Should I be worried or glad?"

"Glad I guess?" I didn't really know how to answer, I mean the last few weeks hadn't necessarily been a breeze. I was still having nightmares and there was the whole Kayla thing that had been on my mind.

"I'm happy to hear that!" She made a note on her clipboard and asked me another question.

"Anything in particular you want to talk about today? Or shall I ask the questions?"

I shook my head. I didn't really like this therapy thing, but I had no choice but to do it.

"Ok then, well last time I read your journal after our last session and I thought maybe I would ask you some questions about that. See if you have some any other feelings maybe?" She said it calmly and kindly but I didn't move or even talk to her. She waited for a response, but when I gave her none, she continued.

"I thought I would start with your first foster dad. What was his name?"

I didn't look at her, but I mumbled his name out.

"John."

"What was that Cori?"

I sighed and looked at her.

"His name was John Cole."

"You wrote barely anything about him."

"There wasn't much to write about."

"You stayed with him for five years, there was really nothing to write about?"

I shrugged and she nodded.

"Well why don't you tell me what he was like? It must have been a good match if you stayed for five years right?"

I shifted my position on the couch.

"Cori, I know you don't like this therapy stuff, but you have to talk to me, I'm sorry. Its a condition of your probation and you know that."

She was right. I had to talk to her because she deemed when I could stop doing this stuff. I had to actually participate or I could be going to these things forever.

"John was amazing." I sighed. "He actually loved me. He cared about me."

She nodded and I continued.

"He raised me. He taught me right from wrong. He was the one that would tuck me in at night and read me bedtime stories like 'Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel' and Doctor Seuss."

I stopped and took a breath.

"Please continue Cori, this is really good."

"He was funny and I knew he would always protect me, he made me feel safe." I started to feel tears form in my eyes getting them all watery, I held them back though.

"John was my dad. That's how I saw him and will always see him."

She slides me a tissue box across the table, but I don't take it. I hadn't shed a tear yet and I wanted to keep it that way.

"What happened? Why didn't you stay with him?"

I shook my head a bit and began talking again.

"I was going to stay with him, forever. He was going to adopt me." I stared down at my hands in my lap.

"2 more weeks. Then I would have been his. 2 more weeks and my whole life would have been different." I looked back at Susan who was staring intently at me and was hanging on my every word.

"He was shot. Killed. Gone. He was a cop, and that's what happens when your a cop. You get shot and you die. They give you a nice funeral and you are put to rest. Your name goes up on a wall and that's the end."

A single tear dropped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

"Does having your new foster mom being a cop bring up any unresolved feelings when you are at home?"

I hated that question.

"Does Steph remind you of your dad in any way?"

I looked down at the floor.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Sure, Sure. What would you like to talk about?"

I looked at her and then back at the floor. I didn't really want to talk about anything, but you know, I had to. Should I talk about the nightmares? Or maybe Kayla? Or Kenny? Maybe she could help me get Nathan and Jake out of my head. No, no that's silly. I looked at the clock. We only had about 30 minutes left.

"Do you think I could just right in that journal for the rest of the time?"

She smiled at me and went over to a cabinet and pulled out my journal and grabbed a pen off of her desk.

"Sure. You made some good progress today. I'm happy. Now, I want you to try to focus on the past few weeks and maybe give me some good and bads ok?"

I nodded as she handed me the journal and pen. She went back to her desk and went on her computer. Her back was turned to me to give me some privacy. I slipped off the couch so I was sitting on the floor. I opened the journal on the coffee table and began to write.

*Journal*

So goods and bads Susan? Well I haven't been kicked out yet! That is a good thing. I actually really like it at the Fosters. I would say they are the best family yet. They really are trying to make me feel like I'm apart of the family. Um what are some other positives. Well I made the school's field hockey team. I have to thank Leena for that because I wouldn't have even tried out if it wasn't for her. She has even been to a few of my games. I really like that she tries to support me. Yeah now for the bad. Well I guess I keep having these nightmares. On the first night at the fosters I had a really bad one and woke the whole house because I was screaming in my sleep and stuff. That was the only time I woke the house up though even though I keep having the same dream sometimes. Sometimes it isn't the same dream though, or its little bits of the other one. I hate going back to sleep after all of them so I sit up and read. Most of the time I will just fall back to sleep with no bad dreams, but sometimes it doesn't help. What are some other bads? Well lets see. I got into a fight. With a girl named Kayla. I really hate her, but I think she hates me more. She is from the streets. She was mad at me for some stuff that happened between me and a guy named Kenny. We used to be close, but it kinda just fell apart after a while because I started to turn on Kenny after some stuff he did to me and others and she just stuck up for him. I just hope she isn't going to come back anytime soon because it would be hard covering up another fight from them. Steph and Leena don't know about the fight and you can't tell them because that would be breaking our patient doctor confidentiality. And it isn't really anything to worry about. I think that's the only bad stuff. I guess I will just come back next week and yeah I will talk to you then. Bye Susan.

-Cori.

I close the journal and walk over to her desk where I place the pen and journal. She doesn't move from the computer and I don't really mind. I walk out of the office and find Leena.

"Good to go?"

"Yep!"

We go home and I get started on my homework. Everything was good in the Foster house. Leena made dinner and Steph came home and helped out too. As we all were about to sit down for dinner there was a knock on the door. Steph went and answered it as the rest of us sat down.

"Hey Cori? Um this girl says she knows you from another foster family?" Steph said walking into the kitchen. I turned my head to see who it was. Foster family? The only girl I knew was Jean, but she was a toddler when I knew her in my other family. I didn't have to wonder anymore though because following Steph into the kitchen was the girl. She had a smile on her face and was quite put together. I almost spit out my water hat I had just taken a sip of when I saw her.

"Kayla?"

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