If life punches you, punch right back.
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A week passes and life goes on.
I guess.
I’ve been focusing on my therapy with Dr Edmonds. We even have two sessions in the same week now.
I still can't remember but talking to the doctor helps. I get to focus on something that’s not the arsehole who shall not be named.
Since the day he pretended he doesn't even know me, he has erased me from his existence. When he walks by me, he doesn’t spare me a glance.
It’s like I’ve become invisible again.
In exchange, I erased him from my existence, too.
Dr Edmonds says that I’m evading my problems. He said the same about the fact that I haven’t spoken to my father since he flew to Russia last week.
But well, the shrink doesn't know everything. He just needs to focus on helping me regain my memories.
I know, deep down, that Levi is hiding something from the day of my hit and run. That’s why he’s been so hell bent that I drop the case.
For months, I’ve been blinded by his wickedness and charm that I didn’t look harder into it.
Now, I’m not.
Now, I won’t stop until I uncover everything that has to do with my accident.
I’ll pluck that crown off his head and push him to the edge.
Maybe then, he’ll realise how it feels like to have your heart broken and watch as it bleeds out.
On Saturday, the home team wins and Ronan throws his usual party. Dan invited me to the game. I passed, but I didn’t pass on the party.
I don't run away anymore.
When any of Levi’s groupies calls me a slut, I call her a slut right back.
If anyone attempts to touch me, I punch them in the face.
I’m done being tolerable to their ridiculous bullying.
Dan stopped me from punching Jerry when he started talking shit again last week. He said, my artist hands need to be protected. Instead, he punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground on my behalf. He almost got suspended if it weren’t for my testimony.
“Best friends are made to punch people for you,” he said when I found him in detention that day.
“No, they don’t, bug.” I laughed.
“Well, they should. I’m totally adding it to the manual.”
Currently, I put my arm in Dan’s as we walk into Ronan’s mansion. Drunk teenagers fall on either side making out or cannonballing into the kidney-shaped pool.
A loud pop song I don’t recognise thumps through the speakers and many kids dance to it, spilling alcohol all around.
One would think that Ronan would try to wind down the chaos, but he’s betting with Xander about who can down more shots.
If the howling and the screaming by the side of the pool are of any sign, Ronan isn’t winding down the party any soon.