The blade is touching Callie's wrist when she hears a cry from Stef

"Callie, think about what you are doing! Open up, please!" Begging Callie was Stef's last resort. This was urgent and the only thing she could do was plead.

Lena and Dr. Larson watched in shock as Stef pressed against Callie's stall door and talked to the teen. It was sad but oddly beautiful at the same time.

At this point Stef was speaking, her voice soothing Callie, through the stall door. "You are so, so much better than this. Please, just put it down. We can talk about this."

The dirty stall door slowly creaked out to reveal the broken teen with mascara running down her face and her sleeves up, with no marks. She held out the blade to Stef offering it up, but Stef flinched away.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Callie immediately tried to get rid of it when Lena came up next to her and scooped it away.

Stef shook her head and engulfed Callie into a ginormous hug. "You are so strong."

Dr. Larson was touched at the sight of true family. She was amazed just how much support this young client had. She took in a deep breath and broke the silence "Do you guys want to continue our session? We have 20 minutes left and I would love to have all three of you join me.

This was the last thing Callie wanted to do right now but she decided to face her demons and re-enter the small office. She sat in between Stef and Lena on the couch, not in her normal spot. Callie knew that her moms would be able to keep her safe from any harm.

Stef was the first to speak up. "Well that was, uh… interesting." She did not look Dr. Larson straight in the eye; therapists still gave her the creeps.

Dr. Larson fixed her gaze on the blonde "explain"

Stef chuckled to herself, she knew the drill. You can't get away with saying anything unexplained in therapy. "I wasn't expecting Callie to come running out, that's all."

"That is understandable. Sometimes people surprise you."

Callie felt incredibly guilty for what just happened. This made everyone uncomfortable and now she had to talk about it. "Yeah, sorry, I was just mad I guess."

"Mad?" Dr. Larson questioned "What were you angry about?"

"Can we talk about it next week? Confidentiality?" Callie didn't want to get into this right now. Frankly, she just wanted to go home.

"That's okay. What do you want to talk about?"

Lena spoke her first words in quite a while "How about I fill you in on everything that happened? Okay, so last week Callie self-harmed again and we found out so we decided to take greater measures this time. We went through her room and took away all her blades and we have started checking her once a week for cuts. Anyways, we thought all of the blades were gone but this morning when I was doing laundry I found a blade in the pocket of Callie's jeans. And I thought that we got rid of all her blades, so I was really surprised when I found the blade and I showed it to Stef and we talked to Callie a little bit but I thought we could address it here. I can't believe that we found a blade—"

"Stop saying blade. " Stef couldn't take this anymore and she felt like she was getting triggered. She saw Dr. Larson scribble something down on her yellow legal pad. "Please."

Callie tensed up when they talked about her blades. Of course she tried to keep them, they helped her through her roughest spots. How would she survive without them? Callie needed those to keep her alive

Dr. Larson looked up from her notes. "You guys tried to take away her tools? That might not be the best thing for Callie. She feels as if her razors are the only things there for her and it would be bad for her to take them away. If we take them all away she will find a way, somehow, to cut and it might be worse. What we need to do is build a strong support system for Callie. Make sure to remind her every day that you care, and you are there for her. She has my number, too. "

Lena became outraged. "Can we still check her for cuts?"

Dr. Larson agreed that would be okay "Yes, that will be fine. Don't get angry if there are new ones though. Ask her how she felt before she cut and give her new ways to cope."

Stef's breathing had quickened. She needed to get out of that room, right away. This was way too hard for her. So many memories were being brought to the surface in this session.

The therapist checked the time "I think that is all the time we have for today. I look forward to seeing you next week!" She watched the 3 women walk out of the room, but she pulled Stef back. Out of earshot from the others, she proceeded to ask the blonde women "I can set up an individual appointment for you. You looked like you might be having a serious relapse in there. Especially with what happened last week; Callie told me."

Stef violently shook her head no and slapped on a fake smile "I'm fine, thanks. I can control myself. We are solely here for Callie."

Dr. Larson was not convinced. She slipped Stef her card and said "Okay, but I am only one phone call away, just in case you don't go to Callie first."

Stef nodded and darted out of the room. She ran out to the car and began the long drive home. This cannot be happening to her, she had quit. She is not a kid anymore. This would all be too much for Lena and Callie. I have to stop thinking this way.

NOTE: Hey guys! I made sure to switch back to my old style this time! I hope you liked it! Also, I am really stuck now because I don't know where to take the story! I am hoping to write until January but I am going to need your suggestions in the reviews! I cannot write until I hear from you!

Xoxo, Katie