"Tell me something, Evangeline. Tell me, what's so terrible about your life
that you want to disappear, huh?! I thought we were past this. We discussed this before! Come on! You've got a roof over your head! You've got food in the fridge. You tell me right this instan
t what is so bad about that?!" Her fathers growling snapped Evangeline back to attention. Damn it.
She'd just managed to block him out too.
Just how many times was he going to ask her same thing? How many times did he plan to remind her that she had a bed to sleep in and food to eat. Yeah, as if that was magically going to make this all better. What was he expecting her to say? Oh my goodness, you're so right! How did I not notice that before?! Silly me, I feel better now! Thanks Daddy! Please, tell me more about how good my life is, obviously that will make me feel much better about wanting to be rid of it.
Yeah. Like that would ever happen.
She didn't say anything, however. Which seemed to only spur him on more, of course. He continued his ranting and raving while she sat there, in the back seat of his car, staring out the window as the scenery flew by. Silently hoping against all hope that maybe, just maybe
, if she tried hard enough, she could turn into a bird and fly away, or fade into dust and scatter to the four corners of the earth, or morph into a shadow, ever present but unnoticed, lurking in the backdrop of her life.
Anywhere but here.
Anywhere would do.
"The doctor said she'd like to speak with you and mom at some point about the option of family counseling. She said it would be very helpful in getting to the root of the problem." Evangeline said quietly, her voice barely reaching above a whisper, as the car came to a still outside the hospital.
"You can tell her we're not interested. This problem
has nothing to do with us! There's nothing wrong with our family. This is about you." He replied sternly, his shouting having dulled to something more along the lines of disgruntled mumbling as the out-patient facility came into view.
Evangeline didn't bother with a reply. What was the point? He was convinced his family was absolutely perfect and he would do anything to keep that facade in place. The outside world could never know what went on behind closed doors. He was a man of pride and distinction. He couldn't stand to be anything else.
"Go on. Your mother will pick you up this evening. Go fix yourself." Her ordered, waiting for her to move.
Fix herself. Of course. Because she
was the problem. Right.
That made sense. It was all on her.
Let's overlook the fact that her father was an obsessive control freak. Overlook the fact that her brother was both a charming gets-everything-he-ever-wanted-ever
manipulative bastard, with the temper of a raging bull seeing red all the damn time. Overlook the fact that her sister was on drugs and out partying instead of taking care of her daughter. Overlook the fact that her mother was an enabler who allowed her father every single ounce of control and gave her brother everything he desired, provided the two didn't clash. Even though they did. All the fucking time.
This was definitively all her problem. All in her head. There was nothing wrong with her family. At all.
"Are you going to just sit there or am I going to have to drag you out?!" He demanded, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"I'm going." She replied, unclicking her seat belt and stepping out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.
Without so much as a goodbye, he sped off.
She scoffed. How typical. Wouldn't want anyone to see him here. Wouldn't want anyone he knows to ask questions. Wouldn't want the world to think he was anything other than completely normal and well-off.
Shaking her head, Evangeline sighed and made her way into the hospital, stopping long enough to ask the receptionist for directions to the group therapy room she'd be expected to show up at in roughly 10 minutes or so. She'd only been to it twice and she was still having trouble remembering where exactly it was located.
After a bit of wandering about, she found it and peeked her head inside. The therapist, Amy Kemp, was there already. She appeared to be looking over some charts, her brown bun seeming to have fallen out somewhat and casting itself about her face at a rather charming angle. Glancing up as Evangeline entered the room, she peered out over half-mooned spectacles, her bright blue eyes twinkling with a friendly passion.
"Hey there Eve! Come on it and have a seat, you're a bit early, but that's alright, Miku is here too." She gestured to a semi-familiar asian girl to her right, who looked a lot more like a lost doll than a girl in need of therapy.
"Why don't you two get familiar while I get ready for our session?" Doctor Kemp suggested, with a warm smile on her face.
Under normal circumstances, Evangeline was certain she would decline, but Doctor Kemp (who preferred to be called Amy in most sessions) had a way about her that led Evangeline to believe she was genuine and really did care about all the girls in her group. It helped that Amy was fairly young, in her early 30's at best, so the age gap between them wasn't as terribly prominent as it would be with other therapists.
Taking Doctor Kemps advice, Evangeline took the seat closest to Miku and offered a shy smile.
"Hello. I think we might have spoken once before. I'm Evangeline. My friends call me Eve. Or, they would, if I still kept in contact with them. We just moved recently so... yeah. Uhm, anyway, you could call me Eve too, if you wanted. I guess." Well this is going splendidly.
she thought to herself, sourly. Could this get any more awkward?