Chapter 32

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Kellin's POV

"How was your day, honey?" Mom asks handing me and apple.

"Surprising good." I shrug.

"That's wonderful!" Mom grins.

I nod and take a bite of the apple.

"We'll go when you're ready kiddo." Dad says and I nod.

He's taking me down to see the therapist soon. I really would rather not go but I have to give this a try.

"I'll bring all your things around while you're gone." Vic murmurs before kissing my cheek.

I'm coming back home today as well. It's going to suck not falling asleep next to Vic every night. It's going to be hard eating without him too. Although, I guess it's a good thing because at least now I won't be his problem.

"I'm going to miss you." I mumble turning around and wrapping my arms around him.

"I know but you'll still see me every day and I'll call every night." Vic whispers.

"Am I too clingy?" I ask feeling a little annoying.

"Of course you are. But I love it." He mumbles kissing my nose.

"I love you." I grin.

"I love you too." He murmurs before kissing me. "Call me me when you're finished with your appointment."

"Will do." I chirp and he smiles before ruffling my hair then leaving.

"You ready to go?" Dad asks and I nod, a nervous smile falling into my face.

He grabs his car keys and we leave the house, getting into the family car. He drives off and I tap on my leg nervously.

"I'm glad you're doing this, Kells." Dad smiles.

"It's not like I have a choice." I mumble and he gives me a sad smile.

"I'm still proud of you. None of this must be easy. How was your day at school?" He asks.

"Intense." I breathe, finally telling the truth now that Mom's not here. "Everyone kept staring at me and then this kid started giving me shit but Vic made me feel better. And then the kid who usually gives me shit, beat up the kid who was giving me shit because he was giving me shit, if that makes sense." I breathe.

"Sounds hectic. You alright?" Dad asks and I smile.

"Yeah. Everything will get easier." I say and he nods.

"I like your optimism." Dad says and I snort.

"Optimism? More like false hope. What if this is just like last time? What if all this trying is for nothing?" I ask anxiously.

"There's a difference this time around, Kell. You're trying this time. I can see that you actually want to get better." He explains and I nod.

"Yeah, you're right." I smile.

We pull up in front of the building and I let out a shaky breath.

"Do you want me to walk you in?" Dad asks and I shake my head.

"No, I should be fine." I tell him and he nods.

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