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I had writers block on this story for a while, but no more, NO MORE I SAY!
Ha, Ha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
After cleaning up Dri changed into a white shirt and loose grey pants. Anything tight hurt her stomach and was completely out of the question. Sean had been adamant that either he or Duncan stay in the room while she changed. He didn't want her hurting herself again.
Well to hell with that. Dri had thought to herself. She wasn't about to let either one of them watch her change. Instead she told them that if she wasn't out in five minutes they could come in after her. Sean had reluctantly agreed, but only if he and Duncan searched the room first.
Dri was sick of being in bloody clothes so she agreed and the two men went in to search her room. They found the switch blade, the two razor blades in her desk drawer and they had even as went so far as to take the sword Duncan had given her. They weren't taking any chances.
Now Dri was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. Sean was sitting in the chair and Duncan was sitting next to her. She wouldn't make contact with either of them.
"How long have you been cutting?" Sean asked.
"Not long."
"How long is not long?"
She shrugged. She didn't really want to tell them. Duncan would flip out when he found out. "Um I can't say for sure." She lied. Dri didn't really want to lie, but the truth would just add more to the already growing problem.
"When's the first time you remember doing it?" Sean persisted.
Duncan was sitting next to Dri just watching. He wanted to just grab her and hug her. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be all right, but he knew that if she didn't get the help she needed things wouldn't be all right. She'd keep hurting herself and he couldn't have that.
Dri sighed. "A couple weeks ago, I think. I don't know!" She said exasperated.
Sean said, "All right. Can you tell me why you do it?"
Dri glanced over at Duncan. She didn't want to air this in front of him. She didn't want him to be more disappointed in her than he already was. She looked back down at her hands and didn't answer him.
When Sean saw her glance over at Duncan he knew that she was self conscious in front of him. He wasn't going to get far with the Highlander sitting there. Dri wasn't going to say anything that would make Duncan upset or mad at her and to Dri that practically meant staying silent.
"Duncan can I talk to you over here for a minute?" Sean asked.
The Highlander nodded and they got up and walked over to the kitchen.
"What's up Sean?"
"I want you to leave."
Mac's jaw dropped. "You're joking right?" He tried to keep his voice low enough that Dri wouldn't hear.
"No," Sean stated calmly. "I'm not. She's not going to open up with you here. Can't you tell that everything she says revolves around you?"
"What do you mean revolves around me?"
"Dri takes what you think very seriously Mac. She's going to lie if she thinks that it will make you happy."
"I don't want her to do that."
"Then leave," Sean encouraged. "Let me talk to her. Our first priority is to find out why she's doing what she's doing."
He glanced over at Dri. She was still looking at her hands. He could see the raw pain that was written all over her face. He didn't want to be the reason that she didn't open up and start to heal. Finally Duncan nodded. "You're right. I'll ah go see Joe for a bit."
Dri watched them talking in the kitchen. She overheard a few words here and there. Mac didn't seem happy. She hoped it wasn't because of her.
They walked back over and Duncan kneeled in front of her.
"Listen I'm going to go out for a while. Is there anything I can get you while I'm out?"
"You're leaving?" She asked jerking her head up. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry just don't go!"
"Dri calm down. You didn't do anything wrong. There are just some things I need to take care of."
"Oh, I get it."
Duncan looked up at Sean, confusion written on his face. He didn't know what to do. If he left, Dri would think he didn't care about her, but if he stayed she wouldn't open up. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He turned his attention back to Dri. "No, you don't get it. I'm not leaving because I don't' care about you. I'm leaving because I do."
"Just go Duncan," She said.
Now the highlander knew she was hurt. She never called him Duncan unless she was extremely upset. It broke his heart to have to walk out the door, but he knew it was for the best. He would make sure Dri understood why he left later on.
He leaned up and kissed her on the forehead, then turned for the door. "I'll be back in an hour," He told Sean.
The therapist nodded. Duncan took one last look at Dri and left the loft.
Sean sat back in the chair and looked at Dri. "Why did you start cutting Dri?"
"Boy you don't miss a beat do you?"
Smiling he replied, "Rarely."
"Will you tell Mac?"
"That all depends."
"On what?"
He crossed his legs. "On whether I believe he needs to know or not."
"Then I'm not going to tell you," She stated matter-of-factly.
"Are you afraid of what Duncan will think of you?"
"It doesn't matter what Mac thinks of me from this," Dri said angrily. "He already doesn't want to be around me. By next week I'm sure I'll be back out on the streets."
"You truly believe he'll kick you out?" Sean kept his tone neutral. He wasn't surprised she had thought that.
She nodded. "Everyone else has."
"Who's everyone else?"
"My mother and I more so ran from Alec. He wasn't the nicest of people, but everyone I've ever run into between here and there wouldn't help me and if they did take me in I was out on my butt just as fast," She sighed. "I sort of thought...never mind."
"What?" Sean asked. "What was it you thought?"
Dri fidgeted with her hands. She was extremely uncomfortable at this point. She didn't want Sean to go back and tell Duncan, but what did it matter. The Highlander was already going to kick her out. She knew it.
"What was it you thought?" He asked again.
"I thought that Mac was different. He reminding me so much of my father, and Richie.well he's Richie and I love him, and I thought that they loved me, but now that they know the truth, how can they?" The whole thing came out in one long ramble and Dri was surprised she had even confessed.
"You think that because you cut yourself they can't love you?"
She nodded.
"Dri that's not true," He told her calmly. "They love you because of who you are everything good and bad. Just because something goes wrong doesn't mean they stop caring."
"Don't you understand?" Dri pleaded. "No one can love me. I'm evil. I killed my own brother, how could someone love a murderer?"
"I thought Alec pushed him down the stairs?" Sean questioned. He was a little shocked at the change in stories, but didn't let Dri know that.
"It's not that simple," She cried.
"Then explain it to me."
Dri took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She knew better than to tell the truth. She had never told anyone the truth. But she wanted to, needed to so desperately. Maybe she needed to confess to make all the pain go away, so that Adrian could rest in peace, so that he would stop haunting her dreams.
On the other hand if she did tell she knew without a doubt that they would take her to jail. She would spend the rest of her life in prison. Maybe that's what she deserved, but she was scared, a coward to face the consequences of her actions. After a few moments she shook her head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's none of your damn business; yours or anyone else's."
"Did you push him down the stairs?" Sean asked.
She didn't answer.
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Dri shook her head again. "Don't do this Sean."
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Dri wasn't going to fall for his trick. She wasn't going to answer. Even as the first tear rolled down her cheek she said that to herself, but before she could stop herself, she found herself shouting:
"HE DIDN'T FALL DOWN THE STAIRS! I STABBED HIM TO DEATH!"
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After cleaning up Dri changed into a white shirt and loose grey pants. Anything tight hurt her stomach and was completely out of the question. Sean had been adamant that either he or Duncan stay in the room while she changed. He didn't want her hurting herself again.
Well to hell with that. Dri had thought to herself. She wasn't about to let either one of them watch her change. Instead she told them that if she wasn't out in five minutes they could come in after her. Sean had reluctantly agreed, but only if he and Duncan searched the room first.
Dri was sick of being in bloody clothes so she agreed and the two men went in to search her room. They found the switch blade, the two razor blades in her desk drawer and they had even as went so far as to take the sword Duncan had given her. They weren't taking any chances.
Now Dri was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. Sean was sitting in the chair and Duncan was sitting next to her. She wouldn't make contact with either of them.
"How long have you been cutting?" Sean asked.
"Not long."
"How long is not long?"
She shrugged. She didn't really want to tell them. Duncan would flip out when he found out. "Um I can't say for sure." She lied. Dri didn't really want to lie, but the truth would just add more to the already growing problem.
"When's the first time you remember doing it?" Sean persisted.
Duncan was sitting next to Dri just watching. He wanted to just grab her and hug her. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be all right, but he knew that if she didn't get the help she needed things wouldn't be all right. She'd keep hurting herself and he couldn't have that.
Dri sighed. "A couple weeks ago, I think. I don't know!" She said exasperated.
Sean said, "All right. Can you tell me why you do it?"
Dri glanced over at Duncan. She didn't want to air this in front of him. She didn't want him to be more disappointed in her than he already was. She looked back down at her hands and didn't answer him.
When Sean saw her glance over at Duncan he knew that she was self conscious in front of him. He wasn't going to get far with the Highlander sitting there. Dri wasn't going to say anything that would make Duncan upset or mad at her and to Dri that practically meant staying silent.
"Duncan can I talk to you over here for a minute?" Sean asked.
The Highlander nodded and they got up and walked over to the kitchen.
"What's up Sean?"
"I want you to leave."
Mac's jaw dropped. "You're joking right?" He tried to keep his voice low enough that Dri wouldn't hear.
"No," Sean stated calmly. "I'm not. She's not going to open up with you here. Can't you tell that everything she says revolves around you?"
"What do you mean revolves around me?"
"Dri takes what you think very seriously Mac. She's going to lie if she thinks that it will make you happy."
"I don't want her to do that."
"Then leave," Sean encouraged. "Let me talk to her. Our first priority is to find out why she's doing what she's doing."
He glanced over at Dri. She was still looking at her hands. He could see the raw pain that was written all over her face. He didn't want to be the reason that she didn't open up and start to heal. Finally Duncan nodded. "You're right. I'll ah go see Joe for a bit."
Dri watched them talking in the kitchen. She overheard a few words here and there. Mac didn't seem happy. She hoped it wasn't because of her.
They walked back over and Duncan kneeled in front of her.
"Listen I'm going to go out for a while. Is there anything I can get you while I'm out?"
"You're leaving?" She asked jerking her head up. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry just don't go!"
"Dri calm down. You didn't do anything wrong. There are just some things I need to take care of."
"Oh, I get it."
Duncan looked up at Sean, confusion written on his face. He didn't know what to do. If he left, Dri would think he didn't care about her, but if he stayed she wouldn't open up. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He turned his attention back to Dri. "No, you don't get it. I'm not leaving because I don't' care about you. I'm leaving because I do."
"Just go Duncan," She said.
Now the highlander knew she was hurt. She never called him Duncan unless she was extremely upset. It broke his heart to have to walk out the door, but he knew it was for the best. He would make sure Dri understood why he left later on.
He leaned up and kissed her on the forehead, then turned for the door. "I'll be back in an hour," He told Sean.
The therapist nodded. Duncan took one last look at Dri and left the loft.
Sean sat back in the chair and looked at Dri. "Why did you start cutting Dri?"
"Boy you don't miss a beat do you?"
Smiling he replied, "Rarely."
"Will you tell Mac?"
"That all depends."
"On what?"
He crossed his legs. "On whether I believe he needs to know or not."
"Then I'm not going to tell you," She stated matter-of-factly.
"Are you afraid of what Duncan will think of you?"
"It doesn't matter what Mac thinks of me from this," Dri said angrily. "He already doesn't want to be around me. By next week I'm sure I'll be back out on the streets."
"You truly believe he'll kick you out?" Sean kept his tone neutral. He wasn't surprised she had thought that.
She nodded. "Everyone else has."
"Who's everyone else?"
"My mother and I more so ran from Alec. He wasn't the nicest of people, but everyone I've ever run into between here and there wouldn't help me and if they did take me in I was out on my butt just as fast," She sighed. "I sort of thought...never mind."
"What?" Sean asked. "What was it you thought?"
Dri fidgeted with her hands. She was extremely uncomfortable at this point. She didn't want Sean to go back and tell Duncan, but what did it matter. The Highlander was already going to kick her out. She knew it.
"What was it you thought?" He asked again.
"I thought that Mac was different. He reminding me so much of my father, and Richie.well he's Richie and I love him, and I thought that they loved me, but now that they know the truth, how can they?" The whole thing came out in one long ramble and Dri was surprised she had even confessed.
"You think that because you cut yourself they can't love you?"
She nodded.
"Dri that's not true," He told her calmly. "They love you because of who you are everything good and bad. Just because something goes wrong doesn't mean they stop caring."
"Don't you understand?" Dri pleaded. "No one can love me. I'm evil. I killed my own brother, how could someone love a murderer?"
"I thought Alec pushed him down the stairs?" Sean questioned. He was a little shocked at the change in stories, but didn't let Dri know that.
"It's not that simple," She cried.
"Then explain it to me."
Dri took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She knew better than to tell the truth. She had never told anyone the truth. But she wanted to, needed to so desperately. Maybe she needed to confess to make all the pain go away, so that Adrian could rest in peace, so that he would stop haunting her dreams.
On the other hand if she did tell she knew without a doubt that they would take her to jail. She would spend the rest of her life in prison. Maybe that's what she deserved, but she was scared, a coward to face the consequences of her actions. After a few moments she shook her head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's none of your damn business; yours or anyone else's."
"Did you push him down the stairs?" Sean asked.
She didn't answer.
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Dri shook her head again. "Don't do this Sean."
"Did you push him down the stairs?"
Dri wasn't going to fall for his trick. She wasn't going to answer. Even as the first tear rolled down her cheek she said that to herself, but before she could stop herself, she found herself shouting:
"HE DIDN'T FALL DOWN THE STAIRS! I STABBED HIM TO DEATH!"
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