Cammi's POV

"Cunt?" My other therapist excitedly asked, his Indian accent ringing in my ears.

I nod and grin, this guy was funny and cool.

"I was recently called cunt at a gay bar in Vegas."

I gave him a puzzling look, not my first one, he always blabbered about his strange life and it kinda creeped me out.

"Now back in my day, having sex with your mother was taboo..." He went on.

Taboo?
WITH YOUR MOM?!

"And anal sex with your father, while you're dog is watching, very taboo..."

What in the flying fuck.

"So the let you back in school?" He finally changed the subject.

"Just to get me off their back."

"How have things been at home?"

"They've just been... I guess." I mumbled under my hand.

"Tell me about your childhood."

"Well I have been having "night terrors" since I was six. "

He shot me a confused look like I had just screamed,'HAIL HITLER!'

"What do you mean "night terrors", Camille?" He asked using the same quotations I did.

"I don't actually believe they're that." No one believed me before, why was I telling my therapist?

"What are they of?" He suddenly picked up his clipboard.

I scoff at him and cross my arms.

"This is stupid."

"You were doing just fine, Camille."

I rolled my eyes and got up to leave.

"Same time next week?" He called out before I got to the door.

"Fuck you too."

I checked out and started out for home because if I called home, mom wouldn't have driven me.

I had to walk through the rich neighborhoods to get to my house and I saw a house I had never saw before.

The Biersacks

It said in big gold letters on a sign, bolted into the brick wall. The house was enclosed by gold bars and made me wish I lived in that.

I mean I wasn't dirt poor, we had some money, but weren't anythig close to rich. I sighed and started walking again, but I then bumped into a leathery figure.

Before I could fall, he clenched onto my wrist and held onto me and I looked up, pretty much only seeing the 'Outlaw' tattoo on his stomach.

"Hold on Suicide girl." He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and walked off.

"What? No 'thank you' kiss?"

"Fuck off, Outlaw."

I turned around to see him and three other guys meet at the gate, followed up by Andy.

We connected eyes for a few seconds before I decide to walk away. I didn't want the dark to play mind tricks on me.

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