"What the hell is this?"
"This is your therapy session." Andrew answered giving me a round plate from the floor. There were about 25 more of those on there.
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked feeling a little conflicted about whether I should have ran away from there or stay and watch where this situation would take me.
"Throw it against that wall." Andrew smirked and pointed at the wall which was scratched all over it, probably from all the other 'therapy sessions' he had before me.
"And how exactly is that going to help me?" I hesitated.
"Stop thinking and just do it, okay. It'll be satisfying, trust me." He smiled again with a teasing look in his eyes as if he was challenging me.
"Give me that." I snatched the plate away from his hands and held it with mine. "But what if I get hurt?"
"That's why you're wearing those." Andrew put his finger on the plastic glasses I was wearing to protect my eyes.
"Yeah, but those are only for my eyes, what if..." He cut me off before I was able to finish.
"Jeez, just stop worrying about nonsense and do it already. It's perfectly safe, I've done it a million times before." Andrew snapped and yelled.
I got a little scared for a moment but soon I felt anger rising in my bones and I just threw the plate at the wall as hard as I could. It shattered into thousands of pieces and I instantly took a step back.
"Well, that was fun!" I cracked a smile, feeling proud of my 'accomplishment.'
"See, I told you it would feel great." Andrew answered.
"How often do you do this yourself?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I don't usually do this." He responded.
"Didn't you just say that you've done this a million times a second ago?" I said with an angry expression.
"I meant that I come to this place whenever I feel stressed. But I don't throw plates at walls. To be honest, I prefer more aggressive sessions, like boxing."
"Oh, why don't we go there then? I'm pretty aggressive right now." I replied but he shook his head instantly.
"That's not safe for you. You got hurt pretty badly and if something else happens..." Andrew stopped for a moment and touched his hair. "Look, you were just so frustrated when we got out from Ms. Ziegler's house that I thought it would be a good idea if you relieved some stress and anger. If you don't want to do it we can just go back at home and get some sleep."
"No, that's not what I meant." I answered. "I'll gladly throw some plates at walls. It does feel satisfying if I'm being honest."
To prove my point, I took another plate and threw it at the wall and it shattered just like the first one. I didn't lie, I really did feel better after this 'therapy session.'
Then I grabbed another one and soon almost half of the plates were vanished. This is better than beating people up. I mean, at least I won't go to jail for breaking dishes. Is it weird that this whole situation reminds me of Adele's music video for ''Rolling in the Deep''? I remember the first time I watched that video I didn't understand what it was about, I just saw few cups flying towards the wall and then there was a mountain of shattered glass on the floor.
I kept singing the lyrics of that song in my mind, I mean the ones that I remembered. Which wasn't much, I mostly am not that good at remembering lyrics so the fact that I only knew the chorus of the song isn't shocking at all.
Soon all the anger started disappearing from my body and I felt so relieved. Andrew was right, this really did help me get all the aggression out of my system.
"Okay, I think that's enough for today." Andrew stopped me before I broke all of the plates in front of me.
"Right." I snapped out of my bubble, where I was free from all the worries. I didn't want to talk about my personal worries anymore so I decided to change the subject. "So, how's your investigation going about the criminals who're trying to destroy your father?"
"It's going well." He responded but his face changed quickly afterwards. Before that he seemed so cheerful and then he looked pretty depressed. I guess he didn't really want to think about his problems right now. "I found out that they're planning to strike soon, it'll be few days before elections but I have to know exactly when it'll happen so I can stop them in time."
"That's okay, we can go and investigate some more. I'm sure we'll find an evidence which will lead us straight to them." I tried to sound helpful.
"We?" Andrew looked me in the eyes and put his hands on my shoulders which was kind of intimidating but at the same time I felt my cheeks lit up from embarrassment. "You're not going to get involved in this anymore, got it? It's way too dangerous, you almost got killed before because of me and I can't let that happen again."
"Fine. Whatever, I was only trying to help but if you prefer to do everything on your own then suit yourself." I backed out and got rid of his hands from my shoulders or my mind was starting to get dirty thoughts and that was the last thing I needed. "Did you at least find out what dirt they have on your father? I mean, they said they had photos of him but what exactly is on those photos?"
"I'm working on that too. But you stop worrying about my problems and start fixing your own."
Easier said than done...
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"He looks adorable in this one too, look!"
"I think this is the first time I saw him so happy." I replied.
I couldn't help but smile when Sofia showed me her and Andrew's photos when they were little. They looked so cute that I just wanted to eat their faces. Not literally, that would be gross.
"He's 2 in this one, look how small he was." Sofia shoved another photo in front of me where Andrew was playing with his toy laying on his stomach on the bed, might I add that he was completely naked, but that was okay for him since he was just two when the photo was taken.
I laughed when I saw Andrew looking at the camera with his blue eyes and smiling like it was nobody's business. In the next photo he was hugging a teddy bear which was twice as big as him. I was going to make a comment about how lovely he looked but I heard a doorbell before I was able to say anything.
"Oh, I'll get it." I stood up and put all the pictures back on the table.
Once I reached the door and opened it my eyes widened in shock and disgust.
"Ugh, you're still here?" Violet Grey, Andrew's crazy ex decided to visit us on this beautiful day to ruin it entirely.
"Nice to see you too, Violet." I replied sarcastically. "How can I help you?"
"Ew, I don't need your help, get away from me, freak." She then pushed me away and got into the house. "Andrew! Andrew, love, where are you?"
You have got to be kidding me. If this bitch starts begging Andrew to date her again I swear I'm going to throw up on top of her stupid blonde head.
As I was about to kick her out of the building Andrew stepped out from the kitchen. "Violet, what the hell are you doing here? I already told you that I have nothing to say to you."
"Oh, dear, I think you'll change your mind once you find out what I have to say to you." She hissed.
Andrew grabbed her hand and pushed her towards the other room where they would be able to talk in private. I wasn't a big fan of that action but I understood and respected their privacy.
But it looked like Sofia didn't share my manners and she quickly ran towards the door to listen to their conversation.
"Sofia! You're invading into their personal space." I whispered so Violet and Andrew wouldn't hear us, just in case.
"Shhh! I can't hear what they're saying." Sofia shut me up and put her ear on the middle of the door. Soon her jaw dropped she looked so shocked.
"What? What is it?" I asked but I couldn't wait for the answer because of how curious I was and joined Sofia near the door to listen to them.
"...Now, you'll either do everything as I say and get back together with me or I'll destroy your lover once and for all. You know I'm capable of doing that, and I definitely will do everything to get you back." I heard Violet's annoying voice from behind the door.
Hah, like mother like daughter. One's a psychopath who's trying to dethrone the mayor and the other's a crazy ex-girlfriend who's trying to date mayor's son. Now that's what I call a family.
"I don't negotiate with people like you." Andrew started with a threatening tone in his voice. "Don't even think about dragging anyone else in this mess or I swear I'll make you wish you were never even born. Now, get the hell out of my house!"
"Hah, you're just saying that, dear, but we both know you're not actually capable of doing anything at all." Violet said with a husky voice. "Fine, I'll go but soon you'll beg for me to come back. Mark my words, Andrew Wilson, I'll destroy you both and once I do that you'll be so devastated that you'll do everything to make the pain go away. But there's only one way to avoid that. You'll have to hurry though, the clock's ticking and I'm not going to wait forever."
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Soo, this chapter's a complete mess, I know. I kept thinking for days what I wanted to write in this one but nothing really satisfied me. I suppose, this is as good as it gets. Thankfully, I have an idea of what I want to write in the next ones so they should be better than this.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!