AN: Hey! I'm back again! Apologizes for bad grammer or misspelled words.

Chapter 5: The One Thing True

So fifth period was my free track. Instead of going to the library to take a nap, I now have to go see "Dr. Samson" everyone is all happy about. He's probably a nice guy, I just don't like the idea of someone poking around in my head.

I opened up the glass doors into the office and walked up to his secretary, "I'm here to see Dr. Samson?"

"Jessica Drew?"

"Yes."

She typed into her computer. Her long, red finger nails pressed into the keys, "He's inside. Go right on in."

I smiled and looked at her tag, "Thank you, Gina."

I opened up the door leading into the office. I slowly took off my back pack and held it to my side. Dr. Samson had short black hair and had this certain face to him. It's like you want to say he's a goofy guy, but you know he's just being a smart ass. He was most likely in his late thirties.

"Ah! Jessica. I've been expecting you. Please, sit."

I did and sat in the leather chair in front of his wooden desk. I placed my bag on my right side and looked at the metal name plate.

"Dr. Leonard Samson"

Next to that was a Newton's Cradle, you that thing with the six silver balls and they hang from a piece of wood. Then normally you pick up one ball and drop it then it hits the rest of the balls making the last one swing up and it just does this cycle.

I reached my hand out, "Can I?"

"Of course, I do it all the time," I picked up the last ball and dropped it watching the balls do its magic. I smirked at it.

"So Jessica, Ms. Danvers tells me that you had a panic attack yesterday?"

"It wasn't really a panic attack. I was just being a spaz and needed to get out of class. Faking a spaz attack seems to work," I lied.

"Interesting," I don't think he bought it, "Why did you want to leave class? Was there a test in there or someone you don't like?"

I chuckled, "I don't like a lot of people, Doc."

"No? What's wrong with them?"

I shrugged, "They annoy me. Everyone worries about what's cool, who's hot, high school is gonna last forever. It annoys me."

He nodded, "Do you have any friends?"

"I have, like, two friends that I can think of that aren't related to me or is not a cat."

"If asked about enemies-?"

"I'd say which one for the day?"

He smiled, "How's your relationship at home? Got any brothers or sisters?"

I shook my head, "No, it's just me and my mom that live together. And there's the cat."

"No dad?"

"He passed away when I was eight."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Everyone normally is," I sighed.

Dr. Samson patted his desk, "Let's do an exercise," his voice got a little more excited, "I'll say a random word and you tell me the first thing to pop in your head," he took out a piece of paper.

"I know this one. Okay go."

"Sky."

"Blue."

"Friend."

"Gwen."

He nodded, "Desk."

"Chair."

"Mother."

"Miriam."

"Father."

"Jonathan."

"Work."

"Sleep."

Doc chuckled at that one, "Mountain."

"Wandagore," he looked at me strangely, "Odd"

"You."

He glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. I shrugged.

"Love."

"Lies."

"Fear."

"Truth."

"Death."

"Strength."

"Spider."

I didn't say anything. Doc lifted his head as I looked down at my hands, "Spider?"

"Me."

Doc wrote something down in that notebook of his. I shut my eyes and sighed.

"Why would you think of yourself as a spider?"

"You're the shrink, you tell me."

"Do you think of yourself as small? Like an Inferior Complex?"

"Sometimes I think I don't matter," I answered honestly.

"Well, you're not a small, weak spider."

I glanced up at him, "Who said spiders were weak?"

"So it went okay with him?" Gwen asked picking up a "hot" yet cold chicken sandwich. I grabbed a small pizza box and put it on my tray.

"Yeah, he wants me back in his office on Monday. I was actually shocked."

Gwen gave me a confused look as she went to put jello on her tray, "Did you yell at him?"

"No! We played a word test thing and it was going alright in the beginning then just ended weird," I put pudding on my tray.

"Well that's why he wants to see you. Your answers must have been interesting enough."

"Yeah, I guess," we paid the register and went outside to our table. Gwen unwrapped her sandwich, "Peter came by my work yesterday."

"Why was he there?" I drank my milk.

"He snuck in because, and I quote, he "loves science."

I choked on my milk from laughing, "What?"

Gwen smiled, "That's what he said."

"Wow. He snuck in?"

"Yeah, it was strange but then I lost him for a good fifteen minutes and had to kick him out of there before he got me in trouble."

"Hmm... That is odd," I took a bite of my pizza. Why on Earth was Peter sneaking in Oscorp? Was he secretly a spy? Don't be stupid Jessica, of course not. He's just a kid.

I stared off looking at where Harry was sitting. He was with a bunch of popular kids, but he wasn't the main focus. He was sitting further away from them actually.

He caught me staring and we held contact for one long moment. It hit me right there that he might not fully hate me like I thought. That was until he winched his eyes and turned back to his friends. Guess I was wrong.

"So what do you say?" Gwen snapped me out of my gaze.

"What?"

"Welcome back to the world, Jessica Drew," she teased.

"I'm sorry. What were you asking?"

"Do you want to come have dinner at my place tonight? I'm not working today."

"Yeah, sounds great."

She took a bite out of her sandwich and her face looked disgusted. I smirked at her, "That's why I get the pizza."

"Yeah."

After school I walked with Gwen to her place. She lived in the nicer, richer, more privileged part of New York, Upper West Side. As kids we'd go to Central Park a lot together with her brothers and mom. Sometimes her dad took us, but that was when he could. The door man greeted us as we walked in the building.

"Do you ever feel like your parents aren't telling you enough?" I asked Gwen tapping my pencil on my foot. We were doing homework in her room. She looked at me from her textbook, "My parents might not mention things to me, but-."

I sighed realizing I was asking the wrong person, "You're parents are totally honest with you. Why would they lie to you."

"Jessica, what's going on with you and your mom?"

I shook my head, "I know she's keeping something from me. Every time I look at her, I see lies."

"Well, why would she lie to you? It seems pointless to lie for no reason," Gwen tried to understand. I shut my book that was on my lap, "That's what I want to know," I rubbed my forehead, "I just want to know the truth."

A knock on her door was heard, Gwen's dad popped his head in, "Hey girls."

"Hey Dad."

"Hey George," Gwen's dad was the police captain of NYPD. Practically one of the most respected men in New York. Gwen did have some issues with dating growing up. A lot of boys were scared they were going to get arrested if they dated her. Gwen stood up and went to give her dad a hug.

"You joining us for dinner, Jessica?"

I nodded, "Of course, anytime I can have some of Helen's cooking."

"Good, I can tell you all about this arrest we had today," I smiled. George liked to tell me his stories. His boys liked to listen too, but me, he knew I'd get a kick out it.

Gwen's mom made lasagne and garlic bread. George sat at the head of the table then me and Gwen sat on each of the side seats.

"So this girl was cutting her own head off with a kitchen knife."

"Are you serious?" I said with a disgusted yet interested look. Helen gave a piece of bread to Gabriel, "George! At the table?"

"Wait!" I held up my hand defensively, "I wanna hear the rest."

"She was about 1/2 inch in when we got to her, pulled the knife away, and saved her. Lots of blood, but she made it."

I cringed my face, "Why on earth would she-?"

"Bath salts," he answered. My eyes got a little big, "She snorted bath salts?"

"Yeah. We ran a toxicology test and that's what came up in her blood."

I sat back in my chair blown away, "Wow."

"Okay? Are we done telling tales of gore?" Helen looked at George raising an eyebrow.

"Just telling the kid what she wanted. So when am I expecting to see you on the police force?" I looked up at Gwen and she smiled at me. Every since she told her dad I wanted to go into law enforcement he always asks this. She told him in seventh grade.

I smirked, "After I high school."

"You'll be great as one of New York's Finest," George said. We finished dinner and after I walked home. Helen offered to drive me, but I convinced her not to. I got on the subway train heading south.

There were the usually riders that I always happen to see. I've come close to asking the lady with the groceries what she does for a living or how many kids does she have, but I always don't. Maybe it's better as a mystery.

When I got off the train it was ten passed eleven, making it a twenty minute walk to my place. I felt someone following me ever since I got off the train. This wasn't a new thing to me. Being a girl, walking alone at night, in New York City was a normal routine. At least five times a month...for me.

The footsteps hurried faster to catch up to me. The man poked his pistol at my side, "Get into the alley and I won't kill you," his voice was deep.

"Oh no! A man with a gun! You ruined my night!" I mocked.

"You think this is funny, bitch?"

"A tad bit," I gestured my fingers to be parted a bit. The man poked and pushed me into the alley, "Oh, you'll be laughing real hard in a second once I'm through with you sugar!"

I turned around to face him, "I'm not so sure about that."

Looks like I have to put the fear of God in him here. The man's face became horrified by my presence, "Drop the gun, now."

He did, he tossed that sucker over by the dumpster. I felt a darkness around me grow over my body and grabbed this man by the neck, shaking him. He had a beard and was wearing a beanie. He was crying and begging, "Please stop!"

"I could kill you, you know. And not a soul on earth would miss you," my voice felt deep, consumed with darkness, "And you know you won't be missed right?"

"Noooo! Please! Don't kill me!"

"You know I could though right?" If I really wanted to, I could scare the piss out of him, chemically.

"Noooo! Nooooo!" He fainted, probably gave himself a heart attack. Cry me a river. There was a smelly puddle that leaked around him.

"Boo."

I walked out of the alley to head home. I will admit the first time this happened to me was when I was fifteen years old and that was in broad day light. No one wanted to come to my rescue, I'm just lucky I thought on my toes before the scumbag then did something to me. Gotta use what you have, I'm just sorry other girls aren't so lucky. My ability to manipulate pheromones is only good here. Other than that it's just a nuisance.

I unlocked the door with my key then slowly opened the door. Got home at eleven thirty. When I shut it, I heard fumbling around a glass break, "Shit. Jessica?" I heard my mom slur. Great. She was drinking.

"Yeah mom?"

"Jessica?"

I walked in and saw Miles jump off the couch and rub against my leg. My mom on the other hand had a small glass cup with ice in her hand, "Where were you?"

"I told you I was going to Gwen's after school."

My mom nodded, "I made Chinese."

"You ordered it, mom, but I already ate."

My mom sat on the couch, nodding. She put her hand over her eyes, starting to cry, "Hey? Hey, why are you crying?"

"Helen has always been a better mom than me. No wonder you like being over there so much."

I went to sit by her on the couch. I noticed she dropped a bottle of alcohol by the couch, that was the noise I heard. I grabbed her hand, "You're not a bad mom."

"I'm a terrible mother," she sobbed.

"No, you're not. You try, you work really hard just to pay the bills, keep the place. I get it. And I'm not so easy to deal with."

My mom stopped sobbing, but it didn't stop the tears. I stood up and helped her to her feet, "Let's go to bed."

"I'm sorry things aren't normal for you," we were to the door of her room.

I sighed, "Can't have everything perfect," I set her on her bed, "We could have had it," I took her cup, "But then Jon died. I miss him so much, Jess."

"I know, Mom. I miss dad too."

Her eyes got heavy, "He's not your dad..."

My eyes became huge as my heart races. My grip on the cup loosened as I went to shake my mother awake, "Mom! Mom! What did you say?"

"I'm trying to sleep..." She was drowsy. I backed up against her wall, slid down, and began to cry at this revealed truth.

AN: That was some tramatzingand distressing news Jess just heard. I didn't know how many words to use for Doc Samson's test, hope it was enough. Next meeting will be inkblots! Those are fun!

Anyway, you know the drill. Let me know what you thought, did you like anything in particular? What do you want to see down the road?