Isabella Swan.
5 exclusive months with Isabella Marie Swan.
I don't want to talk about this with anyone but Dr. Garrett.
He's a psychiatrist. It's his job to listen.
Fucking doctors and their family vacations.
I will not talk to my mother about this.
Nope.
No I won't.
Fuck.
I guess Jasper will do.
"Well if it isn't Dr. Spaz. I ordered for you."
I wanna punch his ugly, smirky, face.
Fucker.
"I'm not thanking you for that."
"You don't have to." He wipes his hands on a napkin and folds his arms on the table.
Who raised this man?
"To what do I owe the pleasure old friend?" And there's the smirk.
I sigh. "Jasper. I've come to you today, not for your opinion, but because my therapist is out of town and I don't want to disturb him and his family."
"Psychiatrist."
"Fuck off."