"Why have you stopped with the counseling sessions in regards to Logan Marshall?"
That figure barged into my office, eyes holding mine.
"Good day ma'am" I decided offering my greetings, but it only was brushed off with the call of her utterance.
"Why have you stopped with counseling that young man?"
"Ma'am, it is not of my capabilities to go on. He needs even better help than I can offer. For the love of God, he should have been put into therapy by now!" I let out.
"What therapy is better than that of a lady with a certificate from one of the most prestigious colleges in the country?"
"My certifications are not enough, Miss McKenna"
"Why don't we assume he's a brother to you" She began, arms crossed over her chest.
"Please, can we not assume that?" I followed at once, a weak sigh emitting from my lips.
"Your younger brother—She went on—One who's known to battle pains from an event that has him scarred, wouldn't you then do everything to fix the kid"
"Logan Marshall isn't my brother" I called after her.
"That right there changes everything, Miss McKenna"
"Would you have us relieve you of your work here, Cara?" That voice was laced with every pensiveness, eyes held strongly in mine.
"No! Not at all!"
"This is what I've always wanted for months now" I called out. "I looked forward to this. My position here means everything to me, Miss McKenna!"
"Then why does helping out this one kid seem much of a problem to you?" She followed.
The answer to that was clutching at my chest, burning my insides, but I made no sound of it. I only remained staring blankly at her, watching the look that crossed those eyes.
"Have you noticed some changes in Mister Marshall since you began counseling him?" I heard the voice of the lady.
"What changes?"
"He's never had any other brawl with anyone since your sessions with him started"
"Much to my surprise, he's been calm and composed ever since" She let out.
"He needs a lot more help than I can—
"You will go on with the counseling, Miss Sangretti" She cut in at once, eyes held in mine.
"It is not an option" That voice of hers was low.