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Sara stared at the therapist. The bitch of a therapist. She hated her. She kept talking like she understood what Sara was feeling. She kept telling her crap.
"It's okay to be upset Sara. It's okay to cry."
Like hell it was! Anyway, she hated listening to this crap. She got up and calmly walked out. She hadn't said an entire word this entire session. Or any other session.
"I'll see you next Friday, Sara."
Sara kept walking. She walked for three miles, until she finally got to her foster house. She stepped into the door and ran up to her room.
She sat against her closet. Her foster mom and two brothers wouldn't be home for another three hours.
Couldn't anyone tell that she hurt? More than any time before. She needed someone. Just not that bitch. She didn't care. She only did it for the money.
"Mommy, come find me. Mommy, save me. You never save me. Help me Mommy. I need you. Please Mommy. Please."
Sara was rocking back and forth. Just like her mommy did after she killed her daddy. She put her head in her knees.
"Mommy, make it go away. Make it stop. Make it stop. I need you Mommy."
She wasn't coming. Her mommy was never there. Not ever.
She needed to cry. But couldn't that therapist see? She fucking couldn't!
Never crying. Never. Not since it happened.
She was crying. But there were no tears. None at all. The wouldn't come, she couldn't do it. She needed to cry.
"Mommy, save me."
She was breaking.
The tears wouldn't come. She had to cry. She had to cry.
"Sara."
Ellie walked through the door.
"Oh, Sara."
Her warm arms wrapped around her.
And in Ellie's arms, the tears came. She cried for what seemed like hours. Ellie just held her. The best friend she could ever have.
And when the salty tears stopped dripping down her face, she broke off.
Ellie smoothed her hair back from her face.
"You wanna talk 'bout it?"
Sara looked up.
"I've never told you why I'm in foster care."
"No."
"My dad was abusive. He was an alcoholic. He, um, physically and sexually abused my mom and I since I was five. One day, three years ago, my mom finally broke. She killed my father. She stabbed him thirteen times. And then they took us away."
"Sara."
"I haven't cried since then. I couldn't."
"But you did now."
"I had to. Because if I didn't, I'd have to cut again. Because that's what I am. I'm a cutter. But I'm gonna stop."
"I know you are Sara. You're the strongest person I know."
Elizabeth Riley Carason was the only person that Sara Sidle let get close. And for the first time in her life, Ellie didn't leave.
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