2 Weeks later

Jordan stood in the back by the door of the church away from the other therapists. She watched as her mother stood behind the podium calling the teens that had successfully completed the program one by one to receive a certificate of completion. This year there were only fifteen students finishing, which was less than half of the campers although it was a step up from the previous year where only seven students finished. Watching as the parents of the campers clapped in excitement over something that didn't deserve celebrating really incensed her even more.

One of the therapists that she'd known from her start at the camp three years ago, Dr. Gordon, walked over to her, leaning up against the wall to mirror Jordan's stance.

"Hey Susanne," Jordan offered lightly. The therapist, who was only a few years older than her smiled at her and returned the greeting, asking if any of the kids from her group were on stage.

"No, not one," she said with a hidden smile. If any of the kids from the groups she oversaw were on stage then she knew she'd failed at her job. Besides, it wasn't like there was anyone left besides Eli and Andy. Cynthia Rose and Paulie ran off not long after Jane left, stating they couldn't stay around after what happened to Beca and Aubrey. The two came to her office that Wednesday to say goodbye which she thought was really genuine and sincere of them since they risked being caught in order to offer a proper farewell. Cynthia Rose wanted to reunite with her girlfriend and Paulie didn't want to return to Toronto. And with Beca gone and Aubrey sitting in the campus doctor's office attached to an IV waiting to be shipped off to MPH, there was no reason for her to even be at this ceremony.

"Well if none of your kids are up there, why are you sitting back here all by yourself?"

"I was just making an appearance." She glanced down at her watch noting it was approaching noon. She pushed off the wall and turned to face the other woman. "I actually need to head back and finish clearing out my office."

Suzanne stood up straight and nodded her head, "Yeah, I heard you were leaving. I'm sorry to see you go. I really think a lot of the kids really liked you."

Jordan nodded her head in agreement, "Yeah, and I really liked being there to offer guidance and support but…" She twirled the ring on her finger as she exhaled deeply, knowing she was making the right choice. "I just really need to take some time to figure out what it is that I really want and I really think my time here has run its course."

Suzanna looked over at the younger woman and nodded her head, "I think it's highly commendable that you know when to call it quits. You're surely going to be missed."

The two hugged and offered each other farewells before Jordan walked out the church and made her way back to her office to finish packing.

She knew she was making the right decision, leaving the camp. There was the possibility that her mother would get worse without Jordan there to be the voice of reason, but she knew that by returning year after year she was condoning what went on by not saying anything. Standing up to her mother had been ten years in the making and now that she'd finally done it, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Walking around her desk, she grabbed the remaining books in the bottom drawer and placed them in the box situated on her desk. She was glad that she'd done most of the packing beforehand, the only thing remaining was the stuff in her desks. Reaching onto the desk for the little odds and ins that she kept in cups like pens and paper clips, she place them in the box as well. She walked over to the empty bookcase with the box and began carefully placing the picture frames she kept on the middle shelf in the box, her hand pausing at the red frame in the center. Slowly pulling it off the shelf, she smiled softly at the memory that accompanied the picture she took of the teens outside the dinner.

Her thumb slid over the glass, pausing at the sight of Benji.

Yeah, she was making the right decision.

Placing the picture frame on top of everything else, she walked back over to her desk to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

Mrs. Westmore walked inside her daughter's office, hoping she could persuade the therapist to reconsider her resignation. With the decreasing funding and even further decreasing camper attendance each year, she couldn't afford to lose another staff member.

"Jordan?"

Jordan looked up, startled at the sudden and unannounced presence of her mother. With an eye roll, she continued to pack her things in the box on her desk. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. There's no need to call for security."

Mrs. Westmore laughed lightly, her hands coming to clasp together in front of her as she walked further into the room. "No, I wouldn't do that. I—I just wanted to ask if maybe you reconsidered your resignation."

Jordan sighed, looking up once again at her mother, "No I haven't reconsidered. I'm not going to reconsider."

"Jordan, I understand that you were upset about my decision, but—"

"No! You don't understand, mom. It's not just about Beca or Aubrey or even Amber, Isaac, or Matthew. It's about you."

Mrs. Westmore scoffed incredulously, "About me? What do I have to do with this?"

Jordan threw her hands up in frustration, and she walked around her desk to stand in front of her mother fully. "You've tried to force me into this box of what you wanted in a daughter. I'm sorry but I cannot live within under your rules anymore. I need freedom—my freedom."

"And you have that, Jordan. I just don't understand why you feel leaving is the best solution. Can't you just give it some tim—"

"I'm getting married!" Jordan shouted in frustration.

Mrs. Westmore looked at her daughter, waiting to see if it was some cruel joke but when Jordan looked at her sadly and repeated her statement, she grew silent. The two stood, neither speaking as time passed, with Mrs. Westmore refusing to meet her daughter's eye after her confession.

"Please say something."

Mrs. Westmore cleared her throat and her eyes trained on the wall behind Jordan, "I have nothing to say, just that…that woman did this to you."

Jordan's shoulders slumped in irritation. Honestly, why did she expect anything different from her mother? "Katlyn has nothing to do with this and I wish you would just accept that." She reached out to take her mother's hand but the older woman snatched it away quickly, looking up at her daughter in disgust.

"You expect me to accept this lifestyle that God explicitly states is wrong?"

"No mom. I'm not asking you do that. I know that you are set in your ways and have your beliefs. What I'm asking is…I'm asking you to accept me."

Mrs. Westmore looked at her daughter not ignorant to the fact that she was crying but she couldn't find it within herself to feel sympathetic towards her daughter, not when she was asking her to do something that God disapproved of.

"No, Jordan. I cannot accept you or your sinful lifestyle."

"You know what," Jordan chuckled bitterly as she wiped at a few stray tears that managed to escape. "I'm not surprised. You never once even tried to accept me and I know it has nothing to do with me."

Mrs. Westmore looked at the therapist in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Mom… Dad left you and it had nothing to do with Robert."

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes I do, Mom. He wanted a divorce because he fell in love with a man." Mrs. Westmore tried to walk away but Jordan grabbed her hand, forcing her to remain in the room and listen to her, to finally listen to her. "He didn't do it out of spite or contempt for you. He did it because he was in love. I am in love, mom. Why can't you just accept that I love Katlyn?"

Mrs. Westmore finally looked up, wiping at a tear that fell from her eyes. Jordan released her hands and the older woman looked at her daughter who was looking back at her expectantly. "You can leave your key at the front desk. I have to get back to the ceremony."

Jordan watched her mother leave, shaking her head in disappointment that her mother, once again, evaded the conversation. Wiping at her eyes, she returned to her desk, picking up the two boxes and exited the room. She wanted to be off campus before the ceremony ended. She brought her stuff to her car and loaded it into the backseat, before glancing at the time on her watch. She knew she had an hour or so before parents and their children started heading to their cars and she wanted to be out before there was a mass group of cars trying to exit down the one-way road.

With a sigh, she looked back at the building that had been somewhat of a second home every summer since she was seventeen. Despite all of the terrible memories associated with the camp, she was going to miss the place that had become so familiar to her.

Walking over to the driver seat, she climbed inside and put her key in the ignition. However, when she went to start the car something stopped her. She couldn't leave yet, it wouldn't be right if she left without at least trying one last thing.

Quickly exiting her car, she walked back onto campus, rapidly making her way to the eastern part of campus where the campus doctor was located.

"Dr. Ramsey, this is a surprise. I thought the closing ceremony was still going on." Dr. Gregory said, standing up from behind his desk to greet the therapist.

"Oh, it is. It's just—a parent fell and possible sprained her ankle." She lied, trying to think of anything to get the older man to leave the building. "My mother instructed me to come and inform you of the situation."

Dr. Gregory nodded his head in understanding, grabbing his medical bag from by his desk. However, before he could exit the room, he stopped, remembering he had a patient in one of the rooms.

"Aubrey Posen is in the back room and I can't leave her unattended."

Jordan smiled at him and said, "Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on her."

Dr. Gregory returned the smile, graciously thanking her before he walked out the door. Jordan waited to make sure he left before quickly running to the back room where Aubrey was.

"Don't worry, Aubrey. I'm gonna get you out here," she said, looking over to the bed where the teen laid unconscious. She quickly washed her hands in the sink by the door before swiftly making her way over to the teen's bedside. Grabbing sterilized gauze out of the drawer by the bed, she used it to catch the blood as she quickly but carefully removed the IV from the younger girl's arm. She looked around the room for Aubrey's things, picking up her bible and a cassette tape that rested on the bedside table before kneeling beside Aubrey.

Aubrey was still unconscious but Jordan really needed her to wake up if this plan was going to work. The teen was barely over 90 lbs. due to the dramatic weight lost that resulted from her lack of eating but she couldn't carry all the way across campus.

Slapping her lightly on the cheek, she called the teen's name several times in an attempt to rouse her from her sleep.

Aubrey's eyes fluttered open at the persistent sound of her name being called. At the sight of Jordan starring down at her, she looked up confused, wondering why the therapist was there.

"Jordan?"

"I know you're probably weak right now but can you walk?"

Aubrey's parted her lips to respond but before she could speak, her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered shut once again. Jordan reached out to shake her lightly, "C'mon Aubrey. We're running out of time."

Aubrey's eyes opened again as she tried to process what the therapist was asking. It felt like her body was submerged in quicksand and even breathing was too much.

Jordan sighed, knowing that she had to find some way to make this work if she wanted to get Aubrey off campus before Dr. Gregory returned once he realized she had lied about a parent breaking their ankle. She looked around the room and when she spotted a wheel chair in the corner she nearly jumped for joy.

She took very little time loading the teen into the wheel chair, placing the girl's belongings in her lap before rolling the girl to the front of the office. She quickly left Dr. Gregory a note, knowing he'd understand why she was doing what she was. He was one of the few people on this campus, the other possibly being Dr. Gordon that was sympathetic to the teens and outright against what was happening here. He, like Jordon was stuck working at the institute because although he wasn't a woman, he was African American and had a hard time finding work as well in the bible belt of America. Her note to him simply stated, "You know what's happening is wrong. It's time someone stood up for these kids."

Fortunately, she was able to make it across campus and load Aubrey into her car without rousing any suspicion. Soon enough, the Westmore Institute campus disappeared out of sight from her rearview mirror and they were entering the interstate not long after. Finally feeling as if they were in the clear, Jordan was able to let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding.

"Alright, Aubrey. We're almost out of here."

Aubrey, by now had awoken although she was still delirious. However, even in her heavily medicated state of mind, she realized that she was in a car that was heading down the freeway.

"What are you doing?" she weakly asked.

Jordan glanced over at her before returning her eyes to the road in front. She placed a gentle hand on Aubrey's and softly said, "I'm keeping my promise."

Guys, there's only one more chapter. I'm actually kinda sad that it's coming to an end. Like really sad. Let me know what you guys thought of the double post.