<b>Chapter </b><b>213 </b>
<b>Chapter 8</b><b>: </b><b>Talk </b><b>Therapy</b><b>. </b>
Marlon dropped Josie off back at the Taylor estate about 7am the next morning; before heading <b>to </b>work.
<i>“</i>I’m not <i>kidding </i>Jojo…<i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>give </i>a <i>shit </i><i>about </i>a <i>court </i>order. <i>If </i><i>they </i><i>hurt </i><i>you</i>…call <i>me </i><i>immediately</i><b>!.</b><b>” </b>
“<i>Don’t </i><i>worry</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>will</i>.”
She quickly made her way to her room; she would have to meet with that therapist at 10am. As soon as she entered the house, Laura walked up with a bright smile on her face.
“<i>Good </i><i>morning </i><i>Josie</i><i>…</i><i>I </i><i>trust </i><i>everything </i><i>went </i><i>well </i><i>with </i><i>the </i><i>service</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Josie gazed at Laura before she caught Vanessa in her peripheral vision. Ignoring Laura’s question; she walked straight over to Vanessa.
“Oh<i>! </i><i>Good </i><i>morning </i><i>sister</i><i>! </i><i>How </i><i>was </i><i>your-</i><i>” </i>
<i>SLAP</i><i>!! </i>
Josie pped Vanessa directly in the face causing her to fall backwards. Laura screamed as she ran over to her.
<i>“</i><i>Josie</i><i>!! </i><i>Why </i><i>would </i><i>you </i><i>do </i><i>such </i><i>a </i><i>thing</i>!!!”
Suddenly, the brothers along with her father all made their way into the foyer.
“<i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>happened</i><i>!!</i><i>” </i>
Harold yelled as he saw Laura hunched down next to Vanessa.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>know</i><i>!! </i><i>Josie </i><i>just </i><i>pped </i><i>Vanessa </i><i>and</i><i>…</i>”
“<i>You </i><i>what!!! </i><i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>is </i><i>wrong </i><i>with </i><i>you</i><i>!!</i>”
Christian barked as he stood in front of Josie who was still ring at Vanessa. Jamie immediately ran over draping his arm around her shoulder. Shooting death res at Josie, he fumed.
“What the hell is your problem <i>Josie</i>! <i>Has </i><i>being </i>in prison <i>made </i><i>you </i>uncouth!<i>” </i>
Suddenly, Vanessa spoke up; tears flooding her face.
“Please don’t me Josic! I read somewhere that <i>a </i>person can develop PTSD <i>after </i>leaving prison<i>! </i>She probably thought-”
“I don’t have any got damn <i>PTSD</i>…What <i>I </i><i>did</i><i>…</i><i>I </i><i>did </i>on purpose<i>!</i><i>” </i>
The room went quiet. Laura spun around…gone was the passive motherly act. Now she had fire in her eyes.
“Why would you attack your <i>sister</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Josie stared at Vanessa.
“<i>Why </i><i>don’t </i><i>ask </i><i>her</i><i>? </i><i>Do </i><i>you </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>tell </i><i>them </i><i>what </i><i>you </i><i>did</i><i>…</i>or <i>should </i><i>I</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Vanessa looked at Josie with a surprised expression. Tears flowing down her face.
<i>“</i><i>Sister </i><i>I-</i>”
<i>“</i><i>Stop </i><i>calling </i><i>me </i><i>your </i><i>fucking </i><i>sister</i><i>! </i><i>Just </i><i>admit </i><i>what </i><i>you </i><i>did</i><i>!!</i><i>” </i>
Suddenly, Jamie intervened.
<i>“</i><i>Look</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>know </i><i>what </i><i>you </i><i>learned </i><i>at </i><i>that </i><i>prison</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>Vanessa </i><i>didn’t-</i>”
Suddenly, Josie startedughing hysterically as tears fell down her face. She started mumbling something before her words became clear. The family stared at her with shock.
<i>“</i>I. <i>Am</i><i>. </i><i>So. </i><i>Sick</i><i>. </i>Of. <i>This</i><i>. </i><i>FUCKING</i>! <i>FAMILY</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Harlod’s eyes began to bulge as he became furious.
<i>“</i><i>What </i><i>did </i><i>you </i><i>say</i><i>!!! </i><i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>you</i><i>! </i><i>You </i>little <i>brat</i><i>!!! </i><i>After </i><i>everything </i><i>we’ve-</i>”
“<i>What</i><i>!!! </i><i>After </i><i>everything </i><i>you’ve </i><i>what</i><i>! </i><i>Done </i><i>TOO </i>me! <i>Because </i><i>you </i><i>haven’t </i><i>done </i><i>shit </i>FOR ME <i>except </i><i>destroy my </i><i>fucking </i><i>life</i><i>!!!</i><i>” </i>
Josie began to vent out all of her frustrations; it felt as if these four years had finally caught up to
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“Even <i>after </i><i>everything</i>!! <i>After </i><i>EVERYTHING </i><i>FUCKING </i><i>THING</i><i>!! </i><i>I </i>tried to <i>be </i><i>the </i><i>perfect </i><i>daughter </i><i>and </i><i>the </i>perfect <i>sister</i>, <i>but </i><i>it </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>enough</i>!! <i>It </i>was <i>never </i>enough<i>!!!</i><i>” </i>
“<i>Why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>just </i><i>give </i>me <i>back</i><i>!! </i><i>HUH</i><i>! </i><i>Why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>just </i><i>give </i>me <i>back </i><i>to my </i><i>REAL </i><i>FAMILY</i><i>!!! </i><i>To </i><i>the </i><i>people </i><i>that </i><i>loved </i>me<i>!!! </i><i>Because </i><i>it </i>was <i>painfully </i><i>clear</i><i>…you </i><i>all </i><i>never </i><i>wanted me</i><i>!!!</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>And </i><i>that </i><i>was </i><i>fine</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>fine </i><i>with </i><i>that</i>! <i>Because </i>I <i>had </i><i>people </i><i>that </i><i>actually </i><i>loved </i><i>me</i><i>!!! </i><i>And </i><i>you </i><i>took </i>them <i>away</i><i>!! </i><i>You </i><i>took </i><i>her </i><i>away</i>…..<i>You </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>even</i>…”
Josie’s words began to break as the tears flooded down her face. Laura walked up.
“<i>Josie</i><i>…</i>I <i>don’t </i><i>know </i><i>what’s </i><i>going </i><i>on</i>…<i>but </i><i>if </i><i>you </i><i>just </i><i>apologize </i><i>to </i><i>Nessie </i><i>we </i><i>can </i><i>all </i><i>talk-</i>”
“<i>Oh </i>my <i>fucking </i><i>god</i><i>!!! </i><i>The </i><i>days begin </i><i>and </i><i>end </i><i>with </i><i>‘</i><i>Nessie</i><i>‘ </i><i>so </i><i>much </i><i>that </i><i>even </i><i>when </i>I <i>AM </i>THE <i>ONE </i><i>HURTING </i><i>you </i><i>make </i><i>it </i><i>about </i><i>her</i><i>!!! </i><i>Am </i>I <i>not </i><i>worth </i><i>five </i>minutes <i>of </i><i>your </i><i>fucking </i><i>time</i><i>!!</i>”
Laura tried to grab Josie’s hand, but she quickly jerked it away. <fne8cf> ?????? ???? find?novel</fne8cf>
“<i>Don’t </i><i>fucking </i><i>touch </i>me<i>! </i><i>Don’t </i><i>you </i><i>ever </i><i>fucking </i><i>touch </i>me<i>!</i><i>” </i>
Christian began to grow frustrated.
“<i>Why </i><i>don’t </i><i>you </i>tell <i>us </i><i>what </i>happened <i>instead </i>of <i>spazzing </i><i>out</i><i>!!</i>”
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