Chapter 11
Bella's POV
We made our way to the therapist within 20 minutes after we had left the house. I bit my lip, scared, of what was going to happen with the person who has to listen to my feelings. The dream is all I could remember, the "brother" part struck me more than ever, and the "husband" part. I hated that man, there would be no way in hell would think of marrying him.
I knew he had a brother, well, my brother to, but it seems the "brother" in my dream was the same age I was. It made everything so hectic.
"Bella? You okay?" Alice said.
"Fine," I said.
Disown me. They would disown me if I ever married Edward Cullen. I got out of the car and slammed my door shut. I shoved my hands in my pockets and put my head down. Alice opened the door to the building and I walked it, sitting at the nearest seat with Alice next to me, while Mom went to check me in.
"How was your nap?" Alice asked.
"Fine," I said.
"Are you sure? You seem off," she said.
"I'm fine," I snapped at her.
She turned away from me, and looked the other way as she played on her phone. Mom came over and sat next to me,
"The lady said it would just be a few minutes," Mom said.
"Okay," I said quietly.
"Are you nervous? It is okay to be nervous," she said.
"I'm fine," I said.
She looked away from me and I sighed. I didn't like the feeling of having to go to this place, and see the one who I'll have to express my feelings to.
"Isabella?" a lady called from the door.
My eyes snapped to hers and I saw a lady, someone who looked super nice. She looked at me and smiled. I stood from my seat and walked towards her, she just smiled.
"Hello their Isabella. Would you like some water?" she asked as we went down the hall.
"No thank you," I said.
She led me into a room and I sat down on the couch as she shut the door.
"My name is Rosie. You can either call me Rose or Rosie. What is your name sweetie?" she asked.
"Isabella but you can call me Bella," I said.
She smiled at me, again. I looked around the room and spotted a picture, of a little girl.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"That is my daughter. Her name is Rylie," she said.
That sounded so much like a boy's name but I didn't say that, since the girl was adorable.
"Okay Bella. We're here to talk about you. Not me," she said grabbing her notepad.
Something I was trying to avoid.
"What brought you here Bella? Please don't lie to me," she said.
"My family is worried about me," I said.
"Worried why?" she asked.
"I met this guy, a year or more ago and I feel for him," I said.
She looked confused.
"I need to know more sweetheart. I was told absolutely nothing," she said.
"He…he feel for me to and we were together, like a couple. He was a foreign exchange student, or so I thought, when my sister, Alice, came up to me. We had been together since October and he had never told me about his life. Not a single word and," I said stopping my sentence.
"Tell me Isabella. Let it out," she said.
"My sister told me something I didn't know. He had lied to me," I said.
I was pouring my heart out to this young lady, and she didn't even care. It was her job, she was meant to do it.
"Then she told me that he had…he hadn't been who he said," I said.
"Who was he?" she asked.
"She told me…she told me he had been a…a killer," I said finishing my sentence.
I didn't notice that she had been writing some of this down, probably for the times to come when I could get over the story.
"How did you deal with this after she told you?" she asked lifting her head.
"I left the parking lot after she told me. I haven't seen the man since," I said.
"No Bella that's not what I meant. How did you deal? Did you sink into a depression?" she asked.
"I can't trust," I said.
"You can't trust? What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I don't trust anyone as easily anymore. I haven't…I haven't trusted anyone ever since," I said.
"You think they'd be lying to you constantly," she said.
"Yes," I said.
She wrote down some more notes and I just felt liked I wanted to cry. A sound starting frightened me.
"Oh my. I forgot to turn off my phone," she said reaching for her phone.
She rejected the call and looked toward me again.
"You were saying?" she said.
"I didn't say anything," I said.
"I'm sorry for the interruption," she said.
I shook my head. It had been fine to me. She looked at her watch.
"It seems our hour just flew by Isabella. It was nice to see you. Will I be expecting another visit from you?" she asked.
"Yes. You probably will," I said.
Like I would have a choice to come back or not, I would be forced by my family. I stood from my spot and she stood with me, I had just noticed how tall she was. It wasn't a bad appointment.
I didn't hate it, I thought I would have hated it completely but I guess I didn't. It wasn't such a bad thing to let out my feelings to another person.
"I hope after a little while Isabella you can learn to trust me," she said.
I hope one day I'll be able to trust people again fully, maybe just one day I'll be able to do so.
"Thank you," I said.
She just smiled, again, like always. Now just to know someone else won't turn on me.
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