Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

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We see the therapist come into the waiting room, and she signals for us to follow her into a small room. I mind- link Dallas to go stay with Amy and he instantly heads that direction. She’s already been alone longer than I would like right now.

My mom, dad and I walk into the room, and she motions for all of us to sit down. We all sit and wait patiently for her to tell us what she wants to say. She sighs and looks at my dad. “She said it was her father.” My parents’ eyes go wide and then they glance at me trying to control their faces. Her dad? For as long as I’ve known her she hasn’t had a dad. Before I can ask about it, Dr. Kennedy continues, “I didn’t get a ton out of her, but she did tell me she blames herself. She knows her mom has passed, she said she saw her. She says she took off a necklace that she believes was keeping her hidden from her father, saying if she hadn’t, he wouldn’t have found them. I’m having her put on some anxiety and depression medication, hopefully that can help. I don’t believe she’s in a good state of mind right now, and you guys will have to keep a good eye on her after she leaves here.” She finishes looking at all of us. We all nod slightly lost in our own thoughts, when she gets up and walks out of the

room.

Why the fuck would Amy blame herself? If anything, this is Clara’s fault. She ripped the necklace off Amy’s neck. None of this is her fault. She didn’t ask for her father to come in and kill her mom. Fuck. Will she ever be able to move past this?

I look over at my parents, “Her father?” They look down. My mom puts her hand on my knee, “There are things we need to tell you and Amy, but right now you need to take care of her. She’s going to need you now more than ever. They are releasing her once she can walk, and then we’ll be holding her mom’s funeral. It’s not going to be an easy time for her.” My mom says sweetly, and she’s right. My dad and his warriors can handle the threat, I need to be there for Amy.

We spend the next two weeks in the hospital, getting her up to walk. She seems so hopeless, like she doesn’t even want to try. The only sounds I’ve heard come out of her is the occasional grunt or moan in pain, but she even tries to stifle those. The therapist has changed her medication once and told us to wait and see if this one will work better for her. I’m at a loss. I love this girl with all my heart and it’s killing me seeing her like this. She won’t let me help her, unless I’m holding her up. I’m so mad at myself for not being there for her, when she needed me the most, but she needs me now too. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

A week later, she’s finally up and walking. She doesn’t seem to be in as much pain anymore, and the doctor said she can go home. Well, my home. I doubt she wants to go to her house anymore.

We settle her in the guest bedroom across the hall from my room. I wanted her in my room, but my mom turned it down saying she’s going to want her own space right now. She walks in and looks around. “I’m going to go over and get some of your things.” I tell her, she looks up at me and nods. Her looking at me is a rare occurrence, so it makes me smile. I leave her with Dallas and Mia, with my parents down the hall and head over to her house.

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