Chapter 3
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Myer, I only own the story itself.
I waited in his office, hoping somehow this all was a dream and soon I'd wake up to my perfect world in New York. Well, the first half anyway.
Then I heard his old crackled voice speak, "Ah, Bella," making my name longer than needed, "I have been waiting for you. Your father talks about you everyday."
I took a deep breath, and smiled as warmly as possible. "Laurent. It's been too long." I placed my hand out waiting for him to shake it, but instead he pulled my wrist in to give me a monster bear hug.
"Come, come. I knew I would see you again from your younger days, but I must say, you look worse." He is a blunt man, and I respected his honesty.
I knew him from when I was a child, he had been my shrink when I was younger. Apparetnly, I had some unknown problems my mother thought I obtained. I internally rolled my eyes. Sure, I got made fun of when I was a kid, but did I really need to talk about it afterwards?
Nope, but I was forced to anyway.
I walked into the room, and it was worse than I had imagined. Everything was there, a little notepad by his chair, and a long couch for me to lay down and vent my heart and soul out to.
I doubted that was going to happen, but I tried to think of a way that would mean making my... Er, issues better. I came up with nothing.
"So, Bella, what have you come to me for? I could have sworn the last time I saw you, you were crying and saying over and over again 'that this was a bad idea'. Am I right?"
Yes. You are right.
"No sir. I don't remember that." His face turned upwards just a little.
"Well, maybe my memory is fogged. But back to the present. Why do you need me?" He got to the point at least. I know what I had to do.
"Sir... Laurent, you know what happened in New York, how I did... Some pretty bad things."
"No, I do not. What have you done?" Liar.
"It's not what I did, it's what I..." I trailed off, I couldn't bring myself to say this. I mean, it wasn't my fault!
"Please continue." He probably noticed myself argueing with my inner self. He's good.
"It's okay, Bella, we'll come back to it later," Obviously noticing my lack of participation with his questions. "For now, tell me about New York, why did you move away from Arizona? Your mother missed you dearly.
Again, my heart ached with each word. My mother didn't care. But I wasn't willing to let him know that. Then I pondered his question, why had I moved there? And for just one moment, my mind was free, and I smiled. The beginning of my New York stay was more than amazing. Seeing everything for the first time, meeting people you would soon to get attached you... The smile on my face widdened.
"Happy thoughts I presume?" He asked, even though he knew he was right. "Would you like to share them aloud?"
Yes, I could do this. I took a deep breath, and said probably the most true thing I'd ever said, "I moved because my heart wasn't in Arizona, it was in New York. And that's why I moved." I said without a doubt.
Laurent smiled. He had done almost nothing and had gotten a truly fabulous result. Sun beamed through the window and shined down my hair. I knew he was watching.
"Thank you Laurent. Thank you."
"You are very welcome, Bella." He replied automatically, I almost sensed a bit of self-achievement, but I couldn't really tell exactly.
"I'll come back soon. I can promise you that." He seemed to believe me.
I walked out with my head held high. And whispered, "Thank you, Anthony." The sun shone threw a cloud, just enough to know he heard me.
I finally felt happy, but you know how life is, even when I finally almost accepted my past, life comes back to get you and show you how much karma you deserved.
Let's just say I deserved alot.
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