I couldn't do this anymore.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, before bolting from this lady's office.

I reached the end of the hallway before gripping the wall, taking in a few deep breaths and letting them out slowly.

Why couldn't she have a normal-sized office?

Now Social Services was going to report that I was unable to talk about my rehab program.

Fuck.

I wanted to go back in, but I physically couldn't make my legs take me back in there just to be tortured again.

So I just sat in the hallway, waiting for Parker to finish.

Of course I'd left my phone in Bruce's car, because Parker wasn't going to have my phone going off in the middle of the meeting.

After what seemed like forever, Parker finally emerged from the lady's office, his eyes almost immediately spotting me.

"How did it go?" I asked, standing up and brushing myself off.

"Are you okay?" he asked, studying me. "Did you have a panic attack?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine. How did it go?"

"I explained your Claustrophobia to her. You're fine."

That still doesn't answer my question. That I've asked twice now.

"That's great Parker. How the fuck did it go?"

He steered me out of Social Services hallway and back outside. "I don't know," he admitted.

"Why?"

"Because they're not thrilled I got into a car accident," he admitted. "And they're not thrilled with the reports they're receiving from Jefferson Lake about your detention records, and your skipping records."

Fuck.

"And they're just a major pain in the ass."

That's true.

"So I don't know." He checked his phone, which I guess he was responsible enough to keep on him. "We have to go though, otherwise I'm going to miss my Chemistry exam."

Leave it to Social Services to schedule our appointment in the middle of the day.

Bruce was waiting to pick us up, because I guess frat brothers always had each other's back, including driving each other to Social Services meetings.

I sat up front, although I knew it was awkward for Parker to sit in the back because of his shoulder.

But sitting in the backseat had never worked out for me, because for some reason I could rid perfectly fine in the front of a car, but put me in the backseat of one and it's like the car is closing in on me from the front and back.

I'll never understand myself.

Bruce and Parker chatted the entire ride back to Jefferson Lake, talking about the upcoming soccer game, that Parker clearly wouldn't be playing in.

I busied myself with playing a mindless game on my phone, their talk of sports boring the shit out of me.

We pulled up to Jefferson Lake and Parker walked me inside to sign me back in.

"You good?" Parker asked me.

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright, well Emmett will be in-town later this week, and I said that he can take you off to Jacksonville, but don't let him do anything stupid."

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