"Come on Amelia, let's get you out of this bed" Poppy 's quiet voice wakes me up as she shakes me gently in an attempt to wake me up. I shake my head and groan, she's pulled the curtains and the sunlight is now streaming into my eye. I squint my eyes to see Poppy perched on the edge of my bed, dres
"At the end of the day you know I'm there for you 100%, no matter what you do. You deserve to be happy babes, just make sure that whatever you do you choose to be happy" She says reassuringly before she stands up and gives me a kiss on the head. I hear the front door shut behind her a few moments la
"How did he react when things ended?" She asks. "I'm not sure" I shrug. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat before I clarify my response. "We had a fight. He went out of town on a business trip and I packed up all of my things and left him a note" Saying it out loud makes me want to bur
The microwave dings and I carefully take out the plastic dish and place it quickly on the kitchen bench, stirring the contents with a fork. "It was okay, somewhat emotional. I'm going back on Friday" She nods as she fixes her hair, keeping her eyes on her own complexion. "Did you talk about Rhode
Rhode 'S P.O.V "Thank you for your time, Mr Whitlock" And with that my 4 pm meeting comes to an end. Fucking finally, I've been over dealing with this shit since the moment it started. I do my best to nod politely as I leave the meeting room, walking briskly towards the bank of elevators at the end
"How's your girlfriend?" Kate purrs next to me, the nosy bitch peering her head over and checking my phone as I sit it down on the table. I start to add some food onto my plate as I prepare an answer for her. "She's good" I shrug as I take a sip of my whiskey. Why the fuck would I tell my ex, who i
Dr Lawrence is sitting in her black leather chair as I enter her office. Her notepad in hand, it appears that she's very ready to start this session. I'm not, not at all. She wants me to talk to her about my past. Even though it's one of the reasons why I even started going to therapy in the first p
I try to avoid eye contact with her, I feel like I might cry and I don't want to break down anymore. Or at least I want to hold out for as long as I can. When I don't say anything more she continues with her questioning. "Where is your mum now?" "Well after the car incident it became clear that sh