Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Then there’s other times when she… I sigh in distress. She takes over and completely shuts down whenever Domhnall comes near me.
Apparently she’ll get chatty with Dr. Ezra, and other times she clams up.
But she won’t tell him anything else other than that Donny and “the girl” aren’t good for each other. And she’s got to protect us both. From each other, apparently. Whatever the fuck that means.
I can’t fucking believe she calls me “the girl.” And thinks of me as a goddamn child. I mean, was she watching the x-rated things Domhn and I got up to? Jesus.
I can’t communicate directly with her. Time’s been really wishy-washy lately. I wake up and it’s light. Apparently she’s taking the night shift again, and it’s not going well. Dr. Ezra had us try journaling so we could “talk” to each other.
Dear her, would you please stop being such a stubborn bitch and let us be happy with Donny?
Dear the girl, would you please shut the fuck up and let those who are wiser and stronger do the fucking protecting like we’ve done since you were a child? Which apparently you still are because you won’t listen to those who are way stronger and smarter than you could ever dream of being?
Dear her, have you fucking forgotten who was the strong one in our recent major throwback moment with our demon? Pretty sure you were the little bitch, and I was the one who stepped up. So let us be fucking happy now!!!
Dear the girl, aww, you finally stand up for yourself in one moment in your life and you suddenly think you can handle shit? How adorable. Where were you when Daddy stuffed us in the oven? That’s right. Hiding in the box. So shut the fuck up and respect the strong one. I protected you then and I’m protecting you now. Sit the fuck down, little girl.
Things devolved from there.
We talk through Dr. Ezra now. I argue about how obviously deranged she is.
But then Dr. Ezra goes on and on about how she’s part of me and somewhere, deep down, I might not be ready for what being with Domhnall would mean right now.
I bawled during that session after he suggested that.
I mean, yeah, Domhnall’s intense, and being with him right away would be intense because we don’t know any other way to be together. But he’s all I fucking want. He’s my family. I think she even wants that, too. So I don’t know why she’s being so fucking stubborn.
But she’s started to hate it here.
She says it’s like being locked up in Father’s house in Amsterdam.
She says we have to get out because we can’t breathe here. She screams at night because there’s a dungeon downstairs. Just like Daddy had.
It’s not fair to Domhn, or me, but it doesn’t seem to be changing no matter what I do. My emotions are just as jumbled as my memories. My love and her disgust and hate and our adoration and desire and fury... I can’t tell what I feel for who or why.
I’m going to go crazy even more than I already am if I stay here.
Dr. Ezra lifts an eyebrow. “Are you serious, or is this like last week?”
“No.” I stand with my shoulders back and my head held high. “I’m really ready this time. I made arrangements. They have the same bank I use here in Chicago and there’s plenty of funds from the auction. I’m just gonna crash for a few days with my friend Ria, then she’s gonna help me find a place of my own.”
He nods. “Check in with Dr. Kim when you get there. She’s the specialist I told you about. I’ll be waiting for her call that you’ve arrived, letting me know that treatment with her has been established. You’ve already signed the forms for me to share my notes and consult with her.”
I nod. I’m glad to have a doctor already there, but other than that, I’ll be on my own. Like, really, on my own. For the first time in my whole life. In a place I earned with my own money. Okay, yeah well, I earned it by selling my cherry, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t still spill blood, sweat, and a river of tears for that money by the end.
I can’t imagine being on my own without someone telling me who to be or how to be a good girl.
But I’m afraid if I stay, I’ll never get better. I love Domhnall too much to shut down and switch every time I see him. It’s time to find out truly once and for all who I am, and to make something—someone—of whoever’s still left rattling around in my head.
“Remember what I told you,” Dr. Ezra says. “There is a you deep down inside. A whole. Even if you never integrate. That’s just fine as long as you aren’t giving into destructive tendencies. Just try to discover yourself. Be curious. What are you like?”