incapable

landslide

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" Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life? "

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she was sat on the black leather seat, one leg crossed over the other in a formal position as where as that old bastard had his feet up on his mahogany desk, not even caring if he scathed it.

"good afternoon millie." his nasal voice cut through the dense air, making millie's skin crawl as anger filled like lava in the deep depths of her stomach

"it's miss brown to you." millie crosses her arms pettily, this guy is infuriating, him and his fucking steel pen.

"why-

"you fucking snitched on me to my mother." she shot back quickly making him release a long sigh of irritation

"miss brown what do you expect me to do when you completely abandon one of our appointments?" he raises a porcelain mug up to his chapped, crusted lips. she squinted her eyes at him, as if the answer was obvious.

"not call my mother you old fuck. call someone who actually gives a fuck about me." millie scoffed brutally, making mr jones arch one of his grey, scruffy eyebrows

"well give me the phone number of someone that cares and i'll phone them next time." he shrugs his shoulders making her laugh silently, but it wasn't that usual happy laugh she had around finn, it was bitter just pure bitter

"i would but he probably wouldn't appreciate getting a phone call from a therapist." millie mumbled

"is this your father you are talking about?" mr jones pressed further. millie did not talk about her father to him, neither did her mother when she signed her up for this.

"my father died when i was eleven." millie spat making mr jones give her a softened look, immediately knowing that he was pitying her

"i'm sorry to hear that millie but then who is the person who cares about you?" millie thought he was blunt, rude even. she thought he was taunting her like as if someone cares about her and hell she didn't know if he cared for her but he was her best shot.

"finn wolfhard." millie mumbled making henry's eyes widen in surprise

"son of eric wolfhard, the lawyer?" henry questioned, taking his feet off of his desk immediately and moving himself and his chair closer to the mahogany desk that separates the two

"yep." millie rolled her eyes. she wasn't an idiot she knew eric was the one who gave her beautiful boy that fading bruise on his cheek and she despised him for it. who would hurt such a cute and lovely boy? so when henry said this she was pissed off

great another person to kiss eric's ass

"i've always despised that son of a bitch." henry seethed making millie widen her eyes this time. perhaps this old man wasn't as stupid as she thought.

"r-really?" millie questioned, moving forward in her chair to make sure she didn't miss a word he would surely speak.

"yes. that stupid basta-man once threatened to beat my grandson up, he's only sixteen years of age." he clenched his wrinkled hands into fists visibly on the table. for some reason she felt as if his nasally voice was a little less annoying now.