I have a lot to say before we start this chapter. Yeah, I was plagiarized and yeah I was pissed. Actually, now it's just pretty annoying so whatever. I blocked PlagiarizmFactory after he threatened to send his gang to kill me. Seriously, he said that. Actually, theres a pretty funny conversation on my profile if you'd like this see what an idiot this guys is.

Another thing, you all are amazing! I love you all so much! Your support means the world to me! Thank you all soo much! You're all soo sweet! All your support helped me realize that this guy can't bother me. So he stole my story, that just means he's not smart or creative enough to do his own stuff. So thank you guys so much.

Lastly, I'm not giving up on this story. I love it and I've grown attached to all my characters. Plus, you guys don't deserve to not find out the ending because one idiot decided to be annoying. He can steal all he wants, but my give a damn just broke.

Enjoy!

MICHELLE'S POV

"No Claire, give Michelle her skittles back," Quil scolded.

"But Qwiwl, I want dem," Claire pouted.

"I know, but it's wrong to STEAL. You should ask Michelle before you take her things," Quil said sternly.

Claire nodded, still pouting and turn to me, "Mwichewe, can I hwave youw skwittwes pwease?"

"Sure Claire," I sighed, handing her back the package.

People were trying to be consistent with visiting me in the hospital. They brought candy and flowers for me. I knew they were worried. When they thought I wasn't looking, they would STEAL nervous glances at each other. It was sweet of them to visit, but I really just wanted to see Paul. I guess he'd really STOLEN my heart. Every time I asked about him, people told me he was "busy" or STEALING "a few hours of sleep." I knew that he was having some major emotional issues. And it was all my fault. Paul had trouble managing his anger in the first place, this was just going to make it worse.

I had managed to STEAL back a few pounds. I was eating whatever the doctors gave me, cooperating with them. All I wanted was for Paul to forgive me and we could move on. My new attitude had to STEAL him back soon, because I was going a little crazy without him.

It had been 2 weeks without Paul. And in my opinion, two weeks too long.

"Michelle, you have an appointment with your therapist tomorrow," Sam says, hanging up the hospital phone in my room.

"What?" I asked, looking at him.

"Dr. Cullen suggested we get you a therapist and I just contacted one. She says she wants to meet with you," Sam told me.

"Y-you're sending me to a shrink?" I whispered.

Sam ran his hand through his hair, "Michelle, you obviously need help a-and if Dr. Cullen thinks it will work, we should give it a shot."

"Shrinks are for crazy people and people that STEAL things. I'm not crazy or a STEALER," I muttered.

"Just give it a shot Michelle. It'll be nice to get out of this room," Sam said kindly, "And, I'll get Paul to take you."

I felt myself become happier and I was suddenly excited for my appointment with the shrink. Well, not exactly the appointment, but the getting to see Paul part I was excited for.

"Okay Sam," I said, shooting him a smile.

He looked a little taken aback. Yeah I don't STEAL smiles at people that often anymore. But hey, if Paul is going to be with me, the yeah you're going to get a smile.

"Alright, well we're going to head out. Claire has a dance class in an hour," Quil told me, taking Claire by the hand, "Sorry she tried to STEAL your skittles."

"Bye guys," I said happily.

So it was just me and Sam. I fidgeted uncomfortably. Sam and I didn't exactly leave off on a good note when I cursed him off and then he kicked me out. Actually, I kicked myself out… or something? Anyways, we haven't exactly talked since then and I know for a fact he's only here because Emily told him to come. I STOLE a glance at him and saw him looking just as uncomfortable as I felt.

"So… rain?" I said.

He looked at me, confused, "What?"

"I'm trying to start a conversation," I whined, leaning my head back on my pillow in defeat.

"Oh yeah… it's raining," he said.

"Yup," I said, popping the p.

"You uh… like rain?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Look Sam, I'm sorry," I sighed.

"No, Michelle I'm-"

"Shut up Sam. I'm the one that should be sorry. Not you. I shouldn't have STOLEN your alcohol or yelled at you or anything else. It's really cool that you've been letting me stay with you guys and I've been horrible to you."

He studied me for a minute and then smiled, "Thanks Michelle. I forgive you."

"Where is Paul?" I asked for the hundredth time, staring out the window.

"I told you, he'll be here in five minutes," Quil sighed.

"That was four minutes ago!" I whined.

"Impatient mu-"

"SHHHHHH!" I shushed Embry, "He's coming!"

Paul walked through the double doors to the hospital. I felt my entire body sit up straighter and I ran to him. He grinned widely at me and caught me as I wrapped my arms around him. I forgot how warm he was. I smiled to myself. Then he stiffened and released me. I pulled back and saw him blinking back tears. Turning my head away, I pretended I hadn't seen.

"So uh… let's go," Paul muttered, holding the door for me.

"Okay," I sighed, feeling hurt.

I followed him outside to his car. He opened the door for me and I climbed in to the passenger's seat. He got in next to me. We drove in silence the entire way. I kept STEALING glances and I could tell he was doing the same to me. I hated this awkwardness! We parked and got out of the car at the shrink's office. It was a small brick building with a ton of trees around it. No surprise there. Paul followed me inside. We entered the overly heated waiting room and I gave a lady behind a desk my name.

"Charlotte will be out soon," the secretary told me professionally. Sheesh it was like I was at a doctor's office. Wait, are shrinks considered doctors?

"Mrs. Adams, you can come in now," a nice looking lady, i supposed that was Charlotte, said.

I gave Paul one last look and was surprised by the encouraging smile he gave me.

PAUL'S POV

I waited for Michelle to be done with her appointment, resisting the urge to put my ear against the wall and listen. I needed to respect her privacy.

Everything was hurting from not seeing Michelle and I felt so relieved to see her. I was just so afraid now. Afraid of her. I was warned imprinting could bring a man to his knees, but I guess I never actually considered it happening to me.

An hour later, Michelle walked out, followed by the therapist. Michelle wouldn't make eye contact with me. Uh oh, bad sign. The therapist smiled at me and then went back in her office. Opening the door for Michelle, I followed her out to the car.

We drove for a while, I didn't want to take her back to the hospital yet so I took the long way home. Meaning the way that went to Forks and circled around for a while. She was staring out the window the whole time, until finally, I couldn't take the silence.

"So uh… how did the appointment go?" I asked quietly.

She STOLE a quick glance at me and then looked at her hands, "G-good."

"Michelle," I sighed and she looked at me. I was quiet for a second, "Are you happy?"

"I-I don't know," she admitted, sighing, "I feel like I could be happy but… something's holding me back."

"What do you mean?" my curiosity was getting the better of me.

She considered what she was going to say for a minute, biting her lip, "I told the therapist everything. Well, not the uh werewolf/vampire part. And she addressed the anorexia part and… well she said that my life isn't very stable. And that I feel like I can't control anything, except my w-weight, so that's why I starve myself."

"What do you think about that?" I asked. Hm, this made sense.

"I think she's right. At first I thought it was just because I wanted to be t-thin but I really didn't have anyone to be thin for per say. I like the control theory," she said, nodding.

"Michelle, you're in control of something else, too," I whispered.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You're in control of me."

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