Helanie:
I walked back to my room, feeling like I wanted to rip someone's head off. It was all her fault. Lucy was such a bitch. When Norman returned, he found me staring at him with my arms folded across my chest.
"How was the session?" I asked, my tone almost too sharp.
"It was just okay. Nothing really good came out of it, but I guess it'll take time before she opens up," he said. I started nodding.
"True, true." I think he noticed how I was acting because, as he walked toward the bathroom, he suddenly stopped.
"What's going on? You look really stressed," he said, walking over and sitting down to hold my hand. He held it in his lap, gripping it tightly, like he was trying to say he'd never let me go.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" I countered, getting aggressive even though he was being nice.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
