The sedative quickly took effect, and soon I was in a deep sleep. Flynn disposed of the used syringe, and made his way out, with my file in his hands. My parents still were arguing… they seemed to be arguing more and more these days!... How much did they have to say? Yes… one thing does lead to another… but that doesn't mean that it has to go on forever.

Flynn soon caught their attention… he could see then how our family dynamic worked out… my parents arguing… and me in the middle… that was the life…

'Ok… you two calm down right now… this is not helping her at all!' John confronted them. 'I know this is hard on both of you… but you're consumed in yourselves… and you don't realise she's destroying herself slowly.' He added.

'John, you have no right talking to us like this.' Dad angrily answered back.

'You gave me the right when you chose me to be your psychiatrist… and as your friend I'm asking you to calm down.' He continued. 'I had to sedate her again.'

'What? Why?'

'She almost had the second panic attack. I didn't want her to scratch herself again.' He continued. 'Tomorrow morning, I'll evaluate her. If the night doesn't give her any trouble, I'll discharge her early tomorrow… and as for you two, I'd suggest you go home freshen up and sleep… she doesn't need any more stress in seeing you in this state.'

'What then?' Ana asked.

'Be here at 7am, and we'll discuss things before I do my rounds.' He continued. '… but for now… go and rest.'

'What about the bastard?'

'He has some problems of his own.' John continued. 'The police picked him up this afternoon.'

'I hope he rots in hell.' Christian replied as he made a fist. He was getting on his nerves and angrier by the minute.

'I think you should both go home.' John advised. 'I'll walk with you out.' He said as he took his messenger bag, and made his way out the ward.

Dad drove madly, exceeding all speeding limits. He was angry… He felt out of control, and my mother couldn't do anything to calm him down. She had to let him vent it all out… but driving that fast wasn't a good way to do it.

'Christian, slow the fuck down!' Ana outraged. 'This is not making things any better.'

'When have things ever been better?'

'Christian!'

'I don't want to talk right now… let's get home.' He ordered in his CEO voice.

None of them had a good night's rest, but at least, they managed to spend 6 whole hours sleeping. I, on the other hand… kept waking up every few minutes or so. Sleep had been becoming scarcely available these days…

At home, it was another story… Quietness took over, and weirdly enough, nothing was there… not even a single cricket making its high pitched sound… or better like that… no one could hear anything… everyone was absorbed in his little world.

Everything was dark… everything took its own time… everything changes all over again… till the cycle starts over again… and we humans succumb to everything that is placed in front of us…

The following morning soon arrived. It was 5am when I woke up. The nurses had changed their shift, and one of the nurses came doing the rounds. She was a sweet plump young woman. She had a smile to die for, and whatever she did, made it seem so graceful. He red cheeks made her even cuter, and she had the gentlest touch ever. She helped me slowly up, and knowing my history, she made sure not to exceed the limit and only held to my arms. She helped me to the bathroom where I was able to take a shower and change from the hospital gown to the clothes Gail had brought me with her. I wore a pink cashmere shirt and a pair of grey trousers. To complement the look and keeping myself warm, Gail also brought me one of my favourite cotton cardigans, and it made my outfit look complete. I tied my long curly hair into a pony tail, and cleaned my now too dirty and smeared glasses. I finally could see clearer. I slipped on a black ballerina shoes that made my feet feel more comfortable, and after seeing that I was a bit presentable, I returned slowly back to my room.

Nurse Christine was still there waiting for me with the IV in her hand…

'Do you have to?'

'Unfortunately… yes.' She replied, while I moved to the chair beside my bed and she took my hand. 'You'll feel a tiny sting till I place the cannula in your vein.' She continued as she slid the needle slowly after she found my vein. She took a sample of blood, and after injecting a saline solution, she inserted back the IV fluids with antibiotics. 'There… all done.' She said as she turned around and presented me with a toast. 'Your breakfast, as you're already up. ' She stated before she left the room.

As I saw that no one was in the hall, I took the plate, and with the IV in my arm, I moved to the bathroom. There I started cutting the toast in tiny pieces and threw them in the drain. I left the crust in the plate, as evidence that I did eat the toast. After I did my job, I flushed the toilet, and before leaving the bathroom, I made sure that there were no traces of anything… Before I went out, I checked if there was anyone… and to my luck, I could get out slowly.

At 6am my parents were already on their way to the hospital. Dad was in a clean shirt engraved with his initials, and my mother wore a nice suit. She had nice taste in clothing, and dad always looked smart. After few minutes of driving, they arrived at the hospital, and went for a quick coffee, before meeting with the good doctor.

I, on the other hand, had started reading all the texts dad had left me… and they weren't nice… he really was mad… What have I gotten myself into?

'Come in.' Flynn answered as my parents knocked. 'Have a seat.' He continued.

'Good morning.' Both adults greeted him, as they took a seat.'

'I hope you had a nights rest…' He said as he looked in his file. 'The nurses already updated me… There were no problems during the night… so I will discharge her today. However, she needs to start therapy ASAP. We need to get to the core of this…she still hasn't talked about what happened.'

'What are you suggesting John?' Dad asked.

'First and foremost… I'd like to refer to you Dr. Anne Fredricks. She's a specialist in children and teen's psychology.' He stated as he gave them her card. 'I already discussed this case with her… and she's interested in squeezing her in.'

'Wait… what are you saying John?' Christian asked confused.

'I think a female psychologist would be better for Sera to discuss certain things. I can help her… but I think it would be harder for her to open up to a male… especially as I'm a close family friend…'

'Which is better!' Mum agreed. 'You're more than a friend… we count you as one of our family… it would be easier…'

'You're thinking this as in other situations… not in rape cases.' He explained… 'Victims like her, tend to find it harder to open up to family, as they don't want to feel weak… they have to be strong for the ones around them… but it's your choice.'

'I'm sorry John.' Dad stated in his CEO voice. '… I'm not trusting some other woman that I know nothing about… You can help her…' He replied as he gave him the card back.

'It's your choice.' Flynn answered back. 'I suggest private therapy sessions 2 to 3 times a week. Are you able to bring her?'

'Taylor would be able to drop her off.' Anastasia stated.

'… and I may need for the two of you to join in one of the therapy sessions.' He continued while he wrote down some notes in his file. 'If there are no more questions, we may go up.'

'Morning Dr. Flynn.' Nurse Brenda greeted as she handed him the file, while he took a quick overview.

'Morning Brenda…How is she?'

'She's stable… she got up and moved around today.'

'Good…' He replied as he moved towards my room with my parents on his tail.

He knocked gently on the door which brought me out of my thoughts. I quickly covered up my face, before the door flew open.

'Hi Sera.' He greeted, while my parents entered and remained at the side.

'Hi…' I greeted back. 'Can I go home today?'

'I have to discuss some things before…' He started… 'You need to have some private therapy sessions with me. 2 to 3 times a week.'

'What? NO…'

'Sera, this is out of your control!' Dad scolded.

'Dad I want to figure this out on my own for now… and you telling me what to do isn't helping!'

'Oh… so I'm the problem now? You are the one who went to that stupid club!' Dad retorted.

'Christian!' Mum tried calming him down.

'Christian nothing.' He angrily cut off mum. 'You don't want to go to therapy? Fine… don't go… you're getting what you want… you fucking happy now?' Dad shouted at me, before he stormed out of the room.

I felt my heart breaking… I had no doubts… my father hated me… he literally hated me… I felt tears drowning my eyes. Did dad just did not care? What was I to him? John was also left astonished at dad's reaction. He knew with his anger issues… he knew with any destructive thing Christian had… but not this way…

'Can I be discharged?' I asked him gently.

'Only if you want. I can keep you here if you want to escape for now.'

'No… I want to go home.'

'Ok.' He said as he moved forward and removed my cannula slowly while putting a stick instead of where the needle was. 'Ana, you need to sign here.' He added as he handed her the papers, while she signed them.

'Let's go dear.' She said as she took my overnight bag. 'Thanks John.'

'I'll come by later tonight…' He said, before we all left.

The drive to home was spent in utter silence. Dad was speeding again, which meant he was angry. I could see his knuckles pushing forward as he held a tight grip on the steering wheel, while having his other hand to his lips. I wondered what he was thinking about. I just wanted to make it all better but nothing could be that much controlled anymore…

In less than 20 minutes we arrived at home, and Taylor greeted us. He took my bag, while dad punched the security code for the elevator to open, and all of us went to the first floor.

As we arrived in the kitchen, my dad went straight to his liquor cabinet and took a shot of whiskey. Whiskey meant he was more than angry.

'Sir, do you need anything else?'

'No Taylor… you can go.' Dad said as he dismissed him.

'Sera, can you go to your room?' My mother asked as she entered the kitchen. 'Your father and I need to talk…'

I decided to obey quickly, and without any hesitation I went straight to my room.