FALLEN

CHAPTER TWELVE.

(Belle's Pov)

Anger and frustration pulsed through my veins as I walked towards my office. The never ending feeling of the two emotions, mocked me the entire day. I was in a mood. Daniel could tell and I knew some of my patients could too.

The cause of my bad mood was no other than my Auntie Rosie. What I had hoped would be a normal conversation, turned out to be a lecture and telling off of some sort from her. I loved her to bits. She was my only family member I was in contact with, the same person who treated me like a mother and took care of me throughout my teenage years.

However, because of that, she was possessive over me. Just like a mother should be. But it sometimes got to a point it completely irritated me. She told me off and scolded me as if I were a child who tried to sneak one too many sweets before dinner. I felt so little compared to her.

Yesterdays lecture was the same thing I had heard in person. She thought I was stupid, a fool for wanting to carry out a career as a nurse in a prison. An all men's prison, let me be more specific. She worried constantly about the fact I was surrounded by 'filthy, sinful, criminals' which most likely would try do something.

Now, there were parts where I could see where she was coming from and I understood. But I didn't want to give up this job. I wouldn't. I enjoyed what I did, listening and advising people, having some sort of purpose in my life other than carrying out a life my parents wanted for me.

I simply didn't want to leave.

I tried to explain in the most calm and gentle voice I didn't even know I had in me. I tried telling her that I wasn't leaving, that I made a explicit promise to all my patients to try and help them. It was my job, for God sake.

But still, she didn't budge.

She yelled a little more, finding the need to bring my parents up and say they wouldn't be proud of me. 

That's when I had enough. I drew an imaginary line and pressed down on 'end phone call'. She was there to witness them utter their last words. 

"Do something with your life, Belle. When you g-grow up, make daddy and I proud. Make us proud."

So, for her to yell they wouldn't be proud of me, hit me somewhere deep. My heart twisted as I thought back to the unnecessary talk over the phone. It just made my stomach clench in an unwelcoming manner.

But I wasn't sure what the cause was from.

Adding onto my mood, was my monthly. Mother nature had decided to take a visit, exactly an hour after I hung up on her. It started off with a slight pained cramp, but right now, my stomach was hurting as if someone were punching it constantly. 

That's how bad it felt.

Sighing, I stood outside my office door, my hands searching through my lab coats pockets for the set of keys. With a huff of annoyance, I pulled them out and rammed them inside the keyhole. With a small twist, the door unlocked and I pushed it open, before taking a step inside.

Unintentionally, the door slammed behind me.

My feet moved over to my desk. I slumped the brown folders down on my desk. I spent last night reading over my notes, and patients background information, trying to find new questions to help them open up and for me to understand them better.

I muttered their names lowly, as I flicked through them, searching for my next patient. And when my eyes darted to my schedule to check, I felt my heart flip. 

Sam Blake: Seven PM

I licked my lips, reaching out to pick up his brown folder. I flicked it open, pushing up my glasses which were falling down slightly. My eyes skimmed over the two paragraphs of notes from our four sessions.