Chapter 70: Chapter 70

I quickly turn off the water and hop out the tub. I barely wrap a towel around myself. Half covered, I run by Greg and my mom. They look up at me surprised and shocked as I rush past them half naked.

I pick up the phone ignoring all the text messages and phone calls from my friends for now and I quickly dial detective Chandler's number. He doesn't answer so I leave a message detailing what I just remembered.

A few minutes later, someone knocks on my room door.

"Honey are you alright?"

"Yes mom, I'm fine. Just getting ready."

It's 11:20. I have to leave soon if I want to make it to therapy on time.

I put on some black leggings and a burgundy long sleeve shirt. The shirt stops right at the curve of my butt. I may be a bit small on the top, but when it came to my butt and thighs, I was fit. I pull down on some of my curls and part it at the side. There, my hair looks somewhat maintained.

I then pack a small bag with my phone, lip balm, and the two cards: doctor Benson's and detective Chandler's.

My mom tells me it's time to go and in no time, we're out the door and in her car. The best thing about having my mom here is that she drives me everywhere, if not for her, I'd be busing everywhere.

When we stop at the building, it's 11:50. I thank my mom and get out the car. She tells me that she would love to pick me up after I'm done, but she has to go back to the hotel and that Greg will take me home.

I roll my eyes. Really? This must be another part of her setup.

I enter the building and make my way to the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here to see Doctor Benson, I have an appointment at 12."

The receptionist glances at me and then browses on her computer.

"Ms. Wilson?"

I nod my head

"You're appointment will be on the second floor, in room 2A."

I head towards the stairwell. After a small flight of stairs, I find myself on the second floor. I go through about two doors before I find 2A. I look at the time on my phone, 11:59. Right on time, I tell myself.

Before I get the chance to knock on my door, it swings open and a man walks out the room.

"Same time next week" a woman calls to him from the room.

He nods.

She walks towards the door and notices me. "Mia Wilson?" She asks.

I reply yes and she ushers me into her office.

Her office is beautifully decorated. The walls are filled with black and white photos and paintings. The whole office is white and black with red accents. It's very modern and clean and organized.

She sits in a black and white chair and I sit across from her on a nice leather black sofa.

I stare at her as she gathers her notebook and pen. Her appearance is as neat as her office. She has medium length straight hair, parted in the middle of the head. The part is perfectly straight and so is her hair. Her white blouse is ironed and neatly tucked into her black pencil skirt.

"Hello Mia, it's nice to meet you," she says with a smile, displaying her perfect white teeth.

"Likewise" I reply with a smile.

She starts by asking me a few icebreaker questions. Where do I go to school? Pineridge University. What year? 4th year. What I'm I majoring in? Pre-law? Do I have a boyfriend? No. How my relationship with my parents were like. I told her how my father and I used to be very close when I was a child, but after he was promoted in his company, he started spending less time with me. My mom owns a bakery. She likes to meddle in my life when she can. When she's not at work or busy meddling in my life, she's hanging out with her friends from her 'book club'. It's more like a gossip club. She's like a teenager, always on the phone at night spreading rumors about the ladies and their children who come into her bakery, never forgetting to compare and praise my awards and success at school. And me? I never got into any trouble and I always got good grades. I hung out with my friends on occasions and read books for fun. After my whole introduction, she got to the point.

"I understand you were in an accident that caused you to forget your memories."

I nod.

"Has any memories returned to you so far?" She asks

I tell her about all the memories I've gotten back and what I was doing at the moment it returned. She writes in her notebook the whole time I'm talking.

At one point I look at her notepad, trying to think of what she may be writing. She catches me looking.

"Don't worry Mia, the notes are only for me and will remain strictly confidential." She smiles at me. That smile is so reassuring, how can I not believe her?

"It seems that your memories mostly surfaced when you came in contact with water and in the midst of dreams."

I could've figured that out myself.

"So for the first half of this meeting, I will ask you questions about current situations. And for the second half, we will do exercises to help jog your memory."

Again I nod.

"How are you coping with the loss of your friend?"

I tell her how hurt I am and how she was too young to die. I tell her that I wish I could've spent the last moments with her differently.

"And how is it coping with the loss of your virginity?

Her question makes me blink. I tell her the truth. I haven't really thought about it until now. The last few days have been moving at such a fast pace, I haven't even stop to think of the fact that I lost my virginity, and not by choice. I saved it for this long for it to be taken away by rape! I was the only virgin among my friends. It was something, to say the least, I was proud of. Girls lost it to strangers and to people they never even loved. I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to be a cliché.

After a few more similar questions, she tells me it's time for the second half, which are memory exercises. She tells me to lay down on the couch so I do. I close me eyes. My head hangs from the armrest.

She says words. Words that relate to objects and events that take place at house parties. Between each word, she pauses for 4 seconds. Music. Dancing. Girls. Boys. Alcohol. Punch. Punch...

Jade and I are in the kitchen looking for drinks. She pours a little bit of alcohol in my punch. I'm about to do they same for her but she stops me. "You're not drinking?" I ask. "No", she replies "drink for the both of us." She smiles...

Just then, someone bursts through the door of Doctor Benson's office. It's detective Chandler.