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years

review for my finals tomorrow, and I feel drained. I stu

I ask for. I can buy whatever I want, travel around the world, dine in the most expensive restaurant, spend summer in a yacht, drink the m

and I'm the only heiress. My dad is Michael Aaron King, the best dad every girl can dream

I'm on my third year in college at Boston State University, two hundred and

ucks! Jus

's not world-class, but not that bad either. I don't h

or who was just another floor down my shrink's office. We met at the re

eing a doctor here

little smile. Not all people are good at sharing that they are se

ers." He

ou

n," I tell in

oe. Dr. Wallerman is famous for her practice, and I

sk him when he r

ay." He offers his hand for a handshake. I hesitate,

l me Abby." I shake his hand, and

blush. I don't talk to strangers, and I don't mingle too when someone gets

ank

to your car,"

"Actually, I'm walki

e has an idea. "Would

t mind

and you know this PTSD kind of shit. Oh sorry, I swear a lot. Used to

lot? Not muc

ughs

not comfortable sharing that horrific night even to my Doctor. It takes a while,

re not ready. I completely understand. It too

oon, hopefu

ssion. Andrew mentions that he crashes the couch of one of his friends, and he's st

telling dad who was so

u're not just breaking my rules, you let a stranger live with you, and a man for God's sake. I

Howard is going

to and do a background check. He's a good person, trust me." I roll my eyes be

you want me to calm down? You're living with a stranger who could be a psychopath. Y

o meet him and just

, and if I don't like him, he'll be out

l let him know. Thanks, Dad.

hank me yet, young woman, and don

ows furrow. "

ou to find ou

meone pats my shoulder. A

lready. You didn't even notice me coming in. What's wi

nking about my exam

t it. I'm sure you'll ace your exa

? Or would you cook for us tonight?" I follow him

t friend can cook. He could make something from scratch, and good thing, I have fas

ows on our granite countertop. I open our dark bro

How about you? What you're gonna eat

box. Why bother the plates, Abby? You're so ri

e. Why aren't you going to have dinner with me? Going out with friends?" I sit

lly, i