Stay Away From My Friends (sequel to Bulletproof Love)

Megan's POV - 1 week later

The last week had been pretty decent, ever since Finns fight with Jason, he's left me alone. He still makes his snide remarks now and again but he does that to everyone.

It's my first day of therapy today. I told my parents that I didn't need therapy, I'm doing fine lately with having my friends round me but they're making me go because "they think it'll be good for me" yeah right.

"Mum, I don't need to go to therapy!" I tried to talk her out of it. She just shook her head at me.

"Megan, this'll be good for you, just go one time to see what it's like and if you really don't like it then we won't make you go anymore, deal?" She suggested.

"Fine" I sighed. She smiled at me.

"Good girl, when dad gets home, he'll then drop you off!" She explained.

"Why can't you drop me off?" I asked. She was hesitant to tell me at first, like she didn't want to tell me.

"I've got a doctors appointment" She said.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, surely going to the doctors for anything isn't good.

"Baby calm down" She said placing her hands on my shoulder to relax me, "I've not been feeling well lately so I just want to see if anythings wrong" She explained to me. I couldn't help but fear for the worst.

"Okay" I said. I didn't know what to say, I just hope my mums okay. I then heard a car horn from outside.

"That'll be your dad, I'll see you later sweetie" She said then kissed my forehead. I put my shoes on then left the house. I walked to my dad's car an hopped in.

"You ready?" He asked.

"No" I mumbled grumpily.

"Hey, it'll do you good" He said.

"Yeah, mum said that" I answered.

"Well it's true, we're only doing this for your own good!" He explained. I heard a hint of sadness in his voice which made me worry.

"You okay dad?" I asked curiously he's usually the happy one of the family.

"Yeah, I'm fine sweetie" He quickly replied and smiled but I could tell it was forced. Something was up with mum that dad knew about but wasn't telling me.

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Dad dropped me off at therapy and I didn't want to be here. He drove off, I took a deep breath and walked inside, everything will be fine.
I walked inside and it was empty, all the seats were empty and all I could hear was the sound of the fish tank in the corner of the room. I walked up to the desk and saw a young girl with blonde hair sitting there. She spotted me and gave me a warm smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked politely.

"I have a therapy session" I answered shyly, therapy is not exactly a good impression to someone new.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Megan Preciado" I replied. She looked at her computer and started to type.

"Oh yes, with Dr Way, if you go down that corridor, it's the 3rd door on your left" She explained to me while pointing down a long corridor. I smiled politely, said thankyou and followed her directions. I stopped when I saw a door with the name Dr Way on it, this is the one. I was scared to go in, I don't know what therapy is like. I took a deep breath then opened the door. I walked in and saw a man with blonde hair. He was sitting at a desk while writing on a sheet of white paper, he didn't realise my presence so I cleared my throat to catch his attention. He looked up and smiled.

"Ah, Megan! It's good to meet you!" He smiled, walked up to me and held his hand out for me to shake. I hesitantly shook his hand with a small smile.

"Hi" I said timidly.

"Come sit down" He said. He pulled a chair out and I slowly sat down on it. He pulled out another chair, placed it opposite me and sat down with a clip board in his hand.

"How are you feeling?" He started off with. I sighed.

"I'm fine" I simply replied. He kept looking down at his clipboard.

"How have you been feeling since your incident?" He asked. This frustrated me, it's like he's dodging the word suicide, it's like he's walking on eggshell around me.

"It's okay to say that I tried to kill myself you know?" I said bluntly. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I have to be careful what I say, something's can be triggering to some people" He explained.

"I understand but I'm not like that" I said simply. He sighed and nodded his head slightly.

"Okay so, do you want to talk about why you tried to commit suicide?" He asked. I looked down at my lap while fiddling with my thumbs, "it's okay if you don't want to yet, it's only our first day together" He added making me feel a little relived.

"I'd rather not right now" I said and he nodded his head in understanding.

"So how do you feel now? I mean, how have you been coping?" He asked. All these questions were annoying, why do they need to know all of this?

"I've been fine, I've got my family, friends and my boyfriend to keep me sane" I explained.

"Have you and your boyfriend been together long?" He asked with a smile. I shook my head.

"No, he was my bestfriend before" I smiled, "but he confessed that he liked me and I guess it just sort of happened.. he's the best thing that's ever happened to me" I added. I didn't realise that I was smiling like a fool.

"You must really like him?" He smiled. I nodded my head.

"Yeah I do" I grinned, "I think I'm falling for him faster than I thought" I confessed.

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After therapy, I must admit, I did make me feel a lot better and I've agreed to go see him again next week. Dad picked me up and he still looked sad. When I go in the car he just said a simple hi then it was quiet the whole journey home, I wanted to ask what was wrong but I knew he wouldn't tell me, I knew something was wrong. Usually dad would've made conversation or played the radio so there was noise, he hates silence, so it was weird for him, it made me worry.
When we arrived home, we got out of the car and went inside. Dad still didn't say anything to me, he sort of just spaced out and wasn't really paying attention to anything. I walked inside and saw my mum sitting in the lounge. She was sitting in silence, no TV, just sat there looking at nothing, something was very wrong.

"Mum?" I said. Her head snapped towards me and she looked awful. She had red, puffy eyes with tears in them, she's crying, "mum, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly as I ran towards her, sat next to her and cuddled her. She began to cry again. Dad walked in and looked like her was about to cry as well.

"Will someone please tell me what's wrong?" I asked desperately, it killed me not to know what's effected my parents so much. Mum stopped crying, sat up and looked over at dad.

"Honey, can you go get Jacob please?" She asked. He nodded and then went upstairs. It was quiet between me and my mum, I didn't know what to say because I didn't know what was wrong. She was sitting completely still just staring at the ground. Then dad and Jacob came
downstairs, Jacob look just as confused as I did.

"Can you two just sit on that couch for a moment, your mother needs to tell you something" Dad explained. I went over to the other couch and sat next to Jacob while dad sat next to mum and held her hand tightly. My mum took a deep breath.

"As I told you this morning, I went to the doctors because I wasn't feeling very well" She said. Me and Jacob nodded our heads and she continued, "well they took tests to see if anything was wrong and they found something" She said but couldn't carry on because she started crying again.

"It's okay baby" Dad said softly to my mum. He rubbed her back comfortingly and told her to take her time. She nodded and tried to compose herself. She looked at us and smiled sadly.

"I have cancer" She said.

Notes

DUN DUN DUUUNN!

did any of you expect that?

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