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"Jeanette just answer the damn questions. We've been sitting here in silence for at least 15 minutes" Michael yelled irritated. I just sat there with my arms folded and an uninterested facial expression. I reply with a heavy sigh to keep from snapping at him.

I didn't tell him to call a therapist. I mean who does that? Fucking assholes, that's who.

"Michael maybe you should leave?" the therapist, Connie, suggested.

"What?" Michael said a little confused.

"Maybe Jeanette would work better if it was just her and I having a private section" Connie explained. Michael just sat there contemplating the idea of leaving and then he spoke.

"What do you think, Jeanette should I leave?" he asked.

"Get the fuck out" I hissed. I wanted nothing to do with Michael. He had done so many things that made me want to kill him. He stops me from killing myself, calls a therapist to come to the house, dragged Connie and I into his study, and then he casually sits next to the therapist. My life couldn't be that interesting that he wanted to stay.

"Okay dimples, I'll be in the room if you need me" Michael said playfully. He kissed me on the cheek before I could smack him and ran out of the door.

"Asshole" I muttered to myself.

"Jeanette, do you feel comfortable?" Connie asked.

"Very comfortable. I'm being interrogated by a stranger. What should I have to worry about?" I mocked.

"I see..." she said and then wrote something down.

"Great you wrote something down. Now I can go right?" I said cheerful as I sprang up from the couch.

"No" she said calmly and then gestured for me to sit again. I gave a heavy sigh and fell back onto the couch.

"Jeanette do you like your life?" she asked.

"Of course. My life is like a cruise that never ends" I said with a fake smile.

"Sarcasm is a way of hiding feelings Jeanette" Connie explained.

"Thank you for that fun fact Connie"

"Your doing it again." she said with a smirk.

"What do you want me to say? I just want to leave" I sighed.

"Well first I need you to answer a couple of questions" Connie said and then wrote more things down on her stupid notepad.

"What's the point?" I questioned.

"To see how your mental state is." she said casually.

"I can assure you it's intact"

"Well then you won't mind a little poking. So how was your childhood Jeanette?" she said happily.

"It was like everyone else's" I said dully.

"Can you elaborate on that for me please?" she asked.

"It was so good that not even words can describe it"

"How is your relationship with your mother?"

"It's great. She left the house to go on a vacation when I was 10 and never came back"

"So she left you?" Connie asked and that angered me.

"It was a vacation. No one left anyone!" I snapped and then Connie just sat there silent moving her pencil back and forth vigorously on the page.

"I mean she lives happily in Paris. She would have taken me and my siblings but my father wouldn't allow it. And since she was an immigrate she couldn't simply take us" I explained hoping that would smooth over my early outburst. I doubt it did anything but at least I tried.

"So if you were able to go with her, would you have had a closer relationship?"

"Our relationship is fine" I said causally.

"And want does this relationship consist of?"

"Me living my life and her living a miserable life in a dark corner" I said continuing with my casual tone.

"Such a dark visual Jeanette"

"What? You don't feel that way about your own mother doc?" I said with an evil smirk.

"I'm asking the questions Jeanette"

"Fine" I said with an uncaring shrug.

"How's you relationship with your father?"

"Fine" I said with uneasiness and then shifted into an upward position on the couch.

Why this lady asking all these hard questions? Bitch

"What relationship do you two have?"

"A great one."

"Can you elaborate on that?" she asked.

"I want a different question" I said dryly.

"That's fine. Do you have any siblings?"

"A sister and a brother" I said polity.

"How's your relationship with your sister?"

"My sister is.... Blood"

"That's an odd response"

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"Most people say that there sister's are their best friend or they just say that there sister is their enemy. Why do you respond with her being blood?"

"My sister is..." I started to talk but stopped. My mind was blank. I didn't know how to describe Patton. Our history was sketchy and I thought that she changed. She was started to act like a sister this year and then it all went back to how it was.

"She is just my sister. I care about her." I responded truthfully.

"So how would you describe your relationship with her?"

"We just grew up together" I said with a shrug.

"So would you say your jealous of her?" she asked.

"Not really. Why?" I asked. Yes Patton was the favorite but I was never jealous of her. As kids I looked up to her even when she didn't know that I was alive.

"Maybe because she got something that you didn't" she suggested.

"I was never jealous of her. She was just a little spoiled"

"Did you guys ever spend quality time together?"

"Well we did share a room for at least 5 years when we were kids" I said.

"And then what happened after those 5 years?"

"I had to live in a shed" I told half of the truth.

"A shed? Like outside?" she questioned a little taken back.

"Are there indoor sheds?" I questioned.

"I'm just confirming" she said and then looked down to the paper. It looked like she was trying to regain her composer from her surprise.

"So where did she sleep?" Connie asked.

"In our old room." I said plainly.

"Why did you have to live in the shed?"

"I don't know" I lied. I knew damn well why I had to live in the dusty shed with the tools, spiders and the washing machine.

"That's fine for now. We will go back to that question" she said.

"So what about your brother?" she continued.

"Well he is a good guy. A bit reckless and an alcoholic." I said. I didn't really care to talk about Cameron. He never really hurt me. He was casually in and out of the house and jail.

"Has he gotten help?" Connie asked.

"Eh. He says helps for little bitches" I said with a smirk.

"What do you think about his addiction?"

"I don't know. I don't really see him. He's either passes out on a bench or not drinking that day because of his hangover." I said uninterested.

"I see...."

"So we're done?" I said because it was a while since she had asked a question.

"For today" she said simply.

"What did you see doc?" I asked.

"Well most of the responses were short answers. Especially about your parents. It's obvious that there's bad blood there.-" she said but was interrupted by my muttering.

"Not that obvious" I muttered with narrow eyes.

"You were very aggressive when you were talking about them. For your brother, you were very passive and uninterested. For your sister, you were very unsure of your standing. It feels like an on and off relationship but I'm not sure yet." Connie said as she read off some stuff from her notebook. I knew there was more shit on there. She was writing the whole time.

"When you say it like that, it sounds bad doc. Besides everyone has family problems." I said with a raised eyebrow.

"But yours seem extremely unhealthy. But that's enough for today. I'll let myself out." she said as she got up from her chair and stuffed her papers in her bag. Then she said a polite goodbye and left the study. I stayed seated. I was looking at a wall and my mind thinking.

Should I talk to her? Should I trust her? Maybe. But then again if I do she will probably blab to Michael. You know what they say; Money makes people talk. And if Michael knew what was wrong with me I don't think I could face him. I would probably be more suicidal than I already am. But I doubt that's even freaking possible.

"So how was it?" Michael voice said next to me. I guess I didn't notice the presence of the intrusive bastard that sat next to me. When I realized it was him, I sprang up abruptly from the couch and started heading to the door.

"Bye" I said coldly.

"Wait Jeanette" he hollered and followed me until we reached the middle of the living room. I was so close to leaving but he snatch my purse from me.

"GIVE ME MY DAMN BAG!" I roared and attempted to get it from him but he ran with it into the kitchen. By the time I got inside he didn't have my bag and he was standing next to the kitchen table with his eyes glued on me.

"Where's my bag?" I growled as I grabbed his collar and almost choked him. I don't know why he was trying to get killed.

"It's- It's" he kept trying to say but I was still trying to choke him. I held on a little bit longer because I was still a little aggravated about the therapy. Then when he started to get a little bluer I let go.

"Jesus" he said as he was trying to catch his breathe. I felt a little bad so I went to the fridge and got him some water and sat him down in a chair.

"Thank you for almost killing me" he said with a glare as he held onto his water.

"Your lucky your alive. Now please Michael I want to leave. You pissed me off enough today" I snapped.

"You can't leave." he said simply.

"Do you want to get choked again?" I asked.

"You have to teach me how to fight remember" he said.

"No I don't remember." I growled

"You said if I ever want to go on a mission with you I have to know how to fight and you promised me you would teach me. So let's start today" he said cheerfully.

"Michael-" I said about to say but he interrupted.

"You can kick my ass all you want" he said amused.

"Hmm..." I hummed.

Maybe I could do a little training with Michael.

"Fine. But I still need to go home. I need to change" I said and got up from the chair.

"No need I have a whole wardrobe in the second bedroom closet." he said and then he motioned for me to follow him up the long stairs.

"Michael... Why would you buy these for me" I questioned.

"Because I can" he said simply.

"No buying things for me" I said sternly. I didn't like being spend on. It made me feel like I was an inconvenience. My parents didn't buy a lot of things for me. In fact my father burned most of my clothes when I was 6. All I had wear 2 black shirts, 2 gray baggy pants and a pair of shoes that didn't fit Patton anymore. I would get a "new" pair of these whenever my father said it was too tight or too normal. Everything had to be baggy. I looked like homeless baby.

"But-" he was about to argue but I cut him off with a sharp no and he gave up. For now at least. I know that he was going to bring this up again.

He left the room, I got changed, then went back downstairs and we started our lesson.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Let's go" he said. We were in the living room. We moved most of the stuff out.

"So first things first I need to see how hard you can punch" I said and he nodded his head.

"Punch me" I said.

"What?" Michael said confused.

"Punch me" I said again.

"No I can't hit you" he said firmly.

"Michael I'll be fine. I can handle a few punches" I laughed.

"No" he said sternly and crossed him arms.

"Fine" I said defeated and then I punched him in the arm swiftly. It wasn't that bad but he responded with a groan and cover his wound.

"What the hell Jeanette?" He yelled.

"I told you to punch me you said no. So I will punched you until you fight back." I said and then I punched him again. More groans of pain.

"Punch me chuckles" I yelled with a smile. I was enjoying this game. It was my favorite to play with my grandfather.

"Woman your killing me" Michael groaned.

"All you have to do is punch me. Its okay. I can take it" I said in a reassuring voice.

"Fine" he said and then he started to go for a punch but it was too slow. So I took advantage of this. I grabbed his fist and then put it behind his back. He groaned in pain and then I released him with a push. He landed on the ground. I kept my laughs in. It was funny but then again he was learning so I had to be nice.

"Why is a girl beating me up" he groaning through his smile.

"You'll get better chuckles." I said and I stretched out my hand so I could pull him off the floor.

"Thank you" he said as he took me hand and then suddenly he pulled me down to the ground and laid me on the floor. He was on top of me and then his hand formed into a fist. He lightly punched my jaw.

"Why didn't you punch me for real?" I asked as he was started to get up.

"Because I didn't" he said simply and then jerked me up from the ground.

"So your trying to dislocate my shoulder?" I asked through a grin.

"Eh. You tried to hurt me many times today. A dislocated shoulder is nothing compared to being choked, punched and yelled at." he said. Then I felt guilty. He was nice to me this whole day and I was acting like a bitch.

"Yea I was acting a little crazy. Sorry about that." I said and scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment.

"It's fine" Michael said with a shrug.

"Michael can you promise me something?"

"Depends" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well if I start this therapy thing and I do actually talk to Connie about stuff... you can't know. Tell me that you'll leave it alone" I said with a serious tone.

"But why cant I know?" he asked confused.

"Because its private" I muttered.

"So private that I can't know about it?"

"I'll tell you in my own time. I can't just open up to you" I explained.

"Why not? Don't you trust me?"

"We only recently got on good terms."

"When will you tell me then?"

"One day" I said trying to avoid the question.

"Before the year is up?" he asked and then silence filled the room. I wasn't looking at him. I was looking at the floor thinking. I couldn't just spill my secret to Michael. I haven't even told Tiffany the whole story and I have been her best friend for the lasting. How can I tell Michael?

"Jeanette" Michael called out trying to get my attention.

"Okay before the year is over you may know some of it" I said.

"I'll take what I can get."

"Let's keep practicing" I said and then lightly punched him this time. We practiced on his speed which still sucked but was better then the first time and then we focused on his technique. After about an hour someone knocked on the door and I went to get it while Michael went to the kitchen to get some water.

I opened it and there was the STD.

"Cindy! What a lovely surprise" I said with a fake happy smile.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped at me.

"Such a lovely outfit you have on" I said with a smirk and then analyzed her clothing. It was still slutty as usual.

"Get out of my way Bitch" she said and then pushed me out of the doorway to get inside.

"BABY! BABY WHERE ARE YOU?" she hollered from the living room. She sounded like a baby that just shit their diaper and needed a change.

Michael came out of the kitchen and when he saw Cindy he looked angry.

"Cindy what the hell are you doing here?" Michael snapped.

"I came to see my Mikey" she purred and then she pounded on him. She wrapped her crusty arms around his abdomen and then was about to kiss him with her chapped lips but he held her back. She didn't seem offended at all because she just keep her stance.

Such a happy couple.

"We were suppose to meet up last week but you canceled and then you never called me back. So decided to come and surprise you" she purred.

"Cindy get out of my house" Michael snapped and then pried her hands off him.

"Why?" she said and then gave a little pout. Then suddenly she looked at me and then her face turned angry.

"Is it because of that thing over there?" she said and then pointed at me.

"Cindy don't speak to my wife that way." he warned.

"More like stranger" she spat in my direction.

"You don't even know her. I'm your girlfriend. I'm your real future wife. She is just keeping my seat warm." she yelled.

"Sounds wrong when you say it like that" I said with disgust on my face.

"Shut up you piece of trash" she screamed at me.

"Cindy What did I say?" Michael said outrage. I wasn't. It was fun seeing her act stupid.

"Michael, we need to talk about our baby" she snapped and then folded her arms.

"Baby?" I whispered stunned. Then Michael looked at me and then back to Cindy. There was nothing on his face.

"Yes Bitch a baby. Michael's baby. I am the rightful mother to his children after all." she said with an evil smirk. When she said that my stomach dropped but I changed my facial expression to seem uninterested.

"Since when?" Michael questioned sharply.

"Remember that magical night when this hobo wasn't here and we made passionate-" she was about to finish her sickening sentence but I interjected.

"AH AH bitch don't make me throw up" I yelled in disgust.

"Die" she growled and tried to pounce on me but Michael ran in front of me to stop her.

"Michael my doctor confirmed it yesterday" she said and then rubbed her stomach for emphasis.

"Cindy I don't know how to phrase this into something you'll understand but I'll try. I am not under any circumstances the father of that baby. You should find the guy that gave you the STD because he probably the father" Michael said slowly and calmly.

"Baby you know you can't keep your hands off this" she said as placed her hand on his chest and then started to rub. It made me cringe.

"Cindy" Michael snapped and then pulled her hands off him.

"Michael this bitch is ruining our happiness." Cindy screamed to him.

"I am?" I mocked.

"Yes you fucking stole my man you slut" she yelled in my face.

"If he was really your man I wouldn't have been able to steal him bitch." I growled and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Michael and I will get rid of you soon" she snapped.

"Bring it on slut" I growled back with a clenched jaw. We stared at each other for a long time until Cindy broke eye contact and looked at Michael again with loving eyes.

"Anyways I didn't come here just to tell you about our baby. I came here so we could plan the baby shower."

"Baby shower. You disrespect my wife and think I will do something for you" Michael said sharply.

"I'm your wife baby"

"GET OUT" Michael yelled.

"But baby-"

"OUT" he growled.