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Hbob: I'm glad that you're in love with my writing. It makes me happy.

S.O.N luva: The cutting thing was supposed to be scary. It's a very scary thing.

Justlikeyou: And you know that I wish you the best.

Emilyscott101: Oh, no. Don't have a break down. That wouldn't be good.

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Broken clay of me: No one should have to go through that. But, alas, some of us do.

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dude: I saved your response for last for a reason. Please do not compare my story to story lines that you have seen on The L Word. What Spencer is going through, and what Jenny went through are two completely different circumstances. Sure, they both started cutting in the bathroom. Big deal. They didn't start the same way. Jenny looked like she knew what she was doing, and if you paid attention, Spencer did not. Their reasons for cutting are completely different. Spencer's reasons are pretty clear. Her mother is a bitch and makes her feel like shit. Jenny... well, the only thing I can come up with there is something that happened in her past creeping up on her. Believe it or not, I do have my own ideas, and don't tend to steal things from other sources. Thank you for your time.

Author's Notes

Yay, it's finally here, the next chapter. Think of this chapter as more of an introduction to the next. You'll like me better that way. I know you guys don't like it when I have short chapters.

This chapter is dedicated to justlikeyou. I love you, girl!

We're Finally Here

Chapter 8

By Persephone's Nautical Nun

Glen and I sat in silence as he drove me to Courtney's office. We didn't talk much, lately. We used to fight all the time, but at least we were acknowledging each other's presence then.

When we got there, I got out of the car, not looking back to see if Glen was following. I was right on time, so I didn't bother checking in with the nurse. I pushed through the door that suddenly felt heavier than ever before.

I was shocked to find her sitting at her desk, catching up on some paperwork. She looked surprised to see me. "Spencer, what are you doing here?" she asked, standing up to approach me.

"What do you mean? This is when I always come in," I said, checking my watch.

Courtney was all over the place. "I can't believe you don't know." She approached me and set her hands firmly on my shoulders. "Spencer, your mom pulled you out of therapy. I can't talk to you now. I can't believe she didn't tell you."

I vaguely remembered Mom coming to tell me something the other day. I left as soon as I saw her. I just couldn't handle our fights, and I knew that if I stayed to hear whatever she had to say, it would have sparked one.

"But, Courtney, I need to talk to you," I pleased.

"Spencer, there's nothing wrong with you, you know that. You'll be alright."

I couldn't hear that. I knew it wasn't true. Slowly, I rolled up the sleeve of my red hoodie to reveal the jagged gash I had given myself just a few days before.

Her eyes immediately traveled to my arm. The look on her face was heartbreaking. Her eyes looked as if I had let her down, somehow. I felt that way, too. Here was this woman who was trying so hard to help me, and I went off the deep end, shoving her efforts in her face. Her voice wavered when she spoke. "Spencer, you're stronger than this. Don't you know that?"

I just stood there staring at her, feeling completely lost.

"Do you remember how I told you that I couldn't afford therapy growing up?"

I nodded.

"That inspired me to start a free group session for youth. That's the best I can do, Spencer. Maybe you can come to that."

I was fairly certain at that point that my mother was trying to destroy me. That was my only explanation.

Glen waited until we were on our way home to question me about such a short session.

"Apparently, Mom pulled me out."

He visibly flinched, but remained silent. After a while, he pulled into a parking lot, shutting off the car, and turned to me. "That sucks, Spencer."

"Yeah." I sat with my arms folded across my chest. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to Glen.

"No, I mean it. Everything that Mom's been pulling, lately... it's bullshit."

I scoffed. Thank you Glen, for pointing out the obvious.

"Look, I know that I haven't said much..."

"Glen, could you just stop?"

"No, I'm not going to stop. I'm your brother, and I love you. Hell, I admire you. You're probably the one with the most courage in the family, the way you stand up to Mom. I really hate the things she does to you, Spence."

"Thank you," I said, softly. There was no point trying to be angry with him when he was trying to do the right thing, even if he was a little late in doing it.

When it became apparent to him that we weren't going to talk anymore, he put the car in drive and we were on our way.

"You know all Hell's going to break loose at home, right?" I asked.

"I know."