“Talk to me.” She introduced calmly. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“I’m mad.” I bit out,keeping my back to her. “I’m pissed the fuck off.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

“For making you bring me here?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Because you’re afraid you’ll blow up?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She replied calmly. “Then you be mad for as long as you need.”

Quietly,she took in her surroundings,eyes wandering around the meticulously clean bedroom that housed a wardrobe,nightstand,chest of drawers,and a metal bunk bed with a double on the bottom and a single on top.She waited until I was ready to talk it out.Another five minutes,I was.

“I hate that you’ve been here.” I finally broke the silence by admitting.

“Because?”

“Because I don’t want your pity.”