The Sequel to The White Room Troubles is finally here! Follow Kiyotaka on his journey for freedom, peace of mind and the protection of the people he considers closest to him. It's All or Nothing for him. It is recommended to read The White Room Trou...
I had to let out all of my emotions out at that very moment.
"If you let any random guy touch your breasts just so you can blackmail them, then I feel sorry for your future. You might as well just join a strip club or become one of those 'hookers' I think they're called."
The fuck? Who says that to a girl even as a joke. I mean sure, I did exactly what he said but that was the only time I'd ever do such a thing. I was disgusted having his hands on my breasts but I had to put up with it so I could protect my image.
Hah... I shouldn't be thinking about that anymore. What's done is now done. Ayanokouji got me expelled and I can't do anything about it.
However, at the same time, the guy that got me expelled also gave me advice and a new path forward. Does he absolutely hate me or can he tolerate me enough to help me? I absolutely can't understand that guy.
Ah whatever. I need to leave the school now. My life at this school has come to an end and all I have left is going back to my own home where my parents will be disappointed once they hear why I was expelled.
I walked along the bridge that led to Tokyo City Centre. Apparently the school had called me a taxi by the barriers where this roadbridge meets the city. That taxi would be my ride back home.
As I walked on, I began to recall the things Ayanokouji said to me.
Taking therapy huh? I would be lying if I said it never crossed my mind. Of course I thought about taking therapy before, but there were two reasons why I didn't take the opportunity.
Reason 1: The cost.
Therapy sessions were not cheap. Back when I considered doing such a thing, I researched the cost of going to therapy and it seemed their pricing ranged from ¥8,000 and ¥20,000. That was not cheap.
If they were sessions that I would only conduct once a month, then it may not seem as expensive.
But my situation required more than just one session a month.
The reality was if I really wanted to get things off my chest so often and have a therapist listen to me, at most I would need to have sessions everyday and at minimum once or twice a week.
Even at the minimum, it was too costly.
But that brought me to reason 2: My actual situation.
I never really believed any therapist would understand or even listen to my rantings or even my situation in general. I was a special case. I really didn't think therapy would work for me.
But when I thought about it, I was a little younger and naive-minded (still am by the way) so that probably played a factor in the fact that I didn't think therapy would work.
