Chapter Three: So...Therapy, Huh?

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"I'm not going to no fucking therapy," Maggie said in finality to her husband. "Ain't no judge gonna tell me what to do. I'm a grown ass woman!"

José sighed heavily, and rubbed at his temples. "You have to go, amor. The judge said..."

"Fuck the judge! And fuck the justice system!" Maggie yelled. "It's all bullshit. Why don't they prosecute the real criminals, huh?! They're letting criminals who killed innocent people walk free, and yet they want to send me...ME?! To therapy?! That's bullshit!"

Lauren stuck her head into her sister's bedroom. She had been awake rather early in preparation to get everyone to their therapy session on time. "Oh good, you're up. We're leaving at nine, and I expect you to be there." She said sternly, glaring at her younger sister.

"Yes, yes, of course," Maggie smiled sweetly. "José was trying to convince me not to go but I told him that we have to. For family and what's not." She fluttered her eyelashes at her sister, innocently. She knew that Lauren would've nailed her ass to the cross, along with Francesca if she didn't go.

"Great," Lauren smiled and nodded. "See you downstairs in a few."

Maggie sighed heavily. "I still would rather be electrocuted if we're being honest." Her husband shook his head and chuckled. She went into her daughters' room to make sure that they were awake and preparing themselves for school. Only to find her younger daughter; Valeria still in bed. "Mija, what's wrong?" She sat on her daughter's bed.

"I don't feel so good, mummy," Valeria told her softly. "My tummy hurts."

Maggie placed a hand on her daughter's forehead, and she felt a bit of a temperature. "I think you're lying but okay."

"But mummy..." Valeria whined. "I'm sick."

"And children are dying every day in Africa, I don't see your point."

The child looked at her mother quizzically, like what did that have to do with her?

Maggie snorted and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm only kidding, princesa. You can stay in bed and get some rest. Phoenix would be in to check on you."

"Can Valentina stay home with me too?"

"Shit, might as well drop out of school then," Maggie mumbled to herself as she fixed some medicine for her daughter. "Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you want." She smiled. "I'll see you girls when  daddy and I get home okay? We won't be gone for too long."

"Okay, mummy. I love you," Valeria said, a soft smile on her face.

"Love you too, baby girl," Maggie placed another kiss on her daughter's forehead, as she caressed her cheek. "VALENTINA!"

"YES, MUMMY?!" Her elder daughter yelled back from wherever she was.

"WE'RE LEAVING NOW!" Maggie yelled. "TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER! AND I LOVE YOU!!"

"OKAY, MUMMY. I LOVE YOU TOO!"

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The siblings and their spouses had arrived a half an hour before their scheduled time, mainly due to the fact that Lauren would not allow anyone to be late. Because she already had to endure, a couple weeks, if not months of family therapy. And this definitely was not how she planned to spend her time.

Sitting in a room, going back and forth, talking about her feelings, she cringed at the thought.

No one was really interacting with the other; besides Maggie and her husband who were laughing at some stupid video he had seen on Instagram and showed her. Lauren was scrolling through her phone, looking at nothing in particular. While Camila was reading the latest fashion magazine that was on a rack in Dr Singh's office. Paul and his wife would share an occasional comment, here and there but the couple wasn't really known to be talkative, to anyone per say. Lorenzo was on his phone texting with a colleague and Catherine was tweeting dumb shit on Twitter, because who even tweets anything remotely sensible these days?

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