Page 69 of Pushed Through The Dark

"Then tell me about the man who found you. How long were you with him before the police came? From what I know he wasn't a good man either."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because they're the same person!" I yelled, grabbing the arms of the chair and leaning forward. "And he's not a bad man! He saved me! Bad men don't save people, they ruin them!"

Her eyes grew wide. Setting the notebook down in her lap, she placed her hands on top and braided her fingers together. "Has he contacted you at all?"

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"No, not that it matters. But I wish he would, I wish he would find me again and take me home."

"Aubrey, I think you need to think about what you're saying. You're not thinking straight, this is why you need to let your emotions out."

"You're wrong. This has nothing to do with my emotions. I know what I want."

"And he hasn't reached out to you? Because if he has, you need to tell me. The police are still looking for him."

"No, he hasn't. And even if he had, I wouldn't tell you." Standing up, I veered my stare at her. "I think we're done here. I'm not coming back."

"Aubrey—" she started to say.

I was gone. The door closed on its own behind me, and I never looked back.

I didn't need a therapist to save me. I already had a savior.