See parts 1-4 for disclaimers
Sessions part 5
I know they've been hitting you up for information on my progress. What did you tell them.
I'm do good?
HAH! So basically you lied to their faces.
Believe what you like but if this is the road to recovery it is one hell of a long haul.
Time is something I can't afford, Doc. I need the Cliff Notes version of therapy.
Because in about a year I'll be graduating and I'll be damned if I stick around after that.
Why do I want to leave? Doc, have you been listening to what I have said in these sessions?
I know that leaving wont solve all my problems. That's why I agreed to come here, so I could get some of my emotional shit out the way so when I leave this time I can deal better.
How have I been well let's see...I woke up screaming this morning...then at breakfast Jean told me all about this new healthy diet she wanted me to go on starting right then, no more Sugar Bombs for Jubilee. After that the team had a training session in the Danger Room which Scott forbid me from going to, because I was unstable, and he just had to do this in front of everyone.
Bastard.
Your damn right that makes me angry. I'm not stable enough to be part of the sessions, but Wolvie who if ever actually interviewed by any type of shrink would be put into a straight jacket and locked in a padded room, is fine to have around. That's bullshit. He doesn't want me in there because he doesn't trust me.
He doesn't trust me because he can't predict me. He doesn't trust Wolvie either but Wolvie is to essential to the team for him to do anything about.
Scott is so controlling, when he's not licking the professor's boots or following Jean around like a lovesick puppy dog. He hates it that everyone else doesn't run when he whistles. He thought he had me pegged and when I did something that he didn't predict he lost his control over me. He hates that.
Next Question.
Dameon?
I mentioned him last session? Slip of the tongue.
Look the only thing you need to know about him is that he saved me.
I had been living on the streets for about two months, longer than it sounds. I needed money for food and I was just about desperate enough to do anything for it. Dameon saw the vultures sweeping in and saved me.
He kept me from doing things that I don't could have lived with afterwards. He saved me not just from the acts but my reactions as well.
He saved my life.
It doesn't matter how he did it Doc, that's none of your damn business. Just be glad that he did so that I could be here helping fund your posh living.
NO! Dameon and I did not have a relationship, he's gayer than fuck.
Besides I'm taken.
I'm taken Doc, its just that simple.
Someone's already claimed this heart, this body.
He just doesn't know it yet.
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End Part 5