Glamour's POV
"Your first therapy session is tomorrow, by 5 pm, I'll come to pick you up from school," were his words and that made my entire been freeze.
I thought I was never going to hear the therapy stuff ever again, at least not after leaving my parents, but I guess my message about how I had told him not to meddle in my life wasn't clear enough because how dare he schedule me a session without asking if I'm okay with it.
I had to take a slow controlled breath to stop myself from breaking down because his reminder only made me remember how my parents of all people felt about me, they should be the ones that support me, but they seem to think I'm also crazy and that felt even worst than the trauma I had gone through.
"I won't be going on any therapy," I replied sharply. And with that simple reply, I left not waiting to hear what he said or even turn to look at him.
