Shoutout to @Imapandicorn777 for being a magical being who reminded me at this moment, that I should give more to you guys. So here's a chapter.

SORRY FOR GRAMMAR AND SPELLING.

Elsa's POV
The blue plastic chair grew uncomfortable as I waited longer in the therapy group circle. Listening to stories of others, heartbreak, family problems, friends, sickness. They all fall into the stories. I almost feel ashamed to be present, why? These people have it worse then me... yet. I can't just get up and leave. For many reasons. One of them is that Jack's mom is paying for this therapy for me. Don't get me wrong I'm thankful. No one has done this for me before. I just, feel like my problems are just too tiny to try and even solve.

All this thinking made me space out. I didn't even realise the man, who's in change of this group, announced it was my turn to explain my story. My story..
" hm?" I ask
" it's your turn" a soft grin grew on his face. I had to bite my lip from saying to him ' stop smiling, we all know it's a pity smile' yet I stay silent.

I stand, my hands in my hoodie's pockets.
" A sick, orphanage, teen girl. Abused and abandoned. That's basically it. Pity won't solve the world.. we all know that, since we don't want people to pity us, we hide who we are so the last thing they give us is sorrow and pity. " I say plainly, which was secretly directed to him, trying to hint it to him.
A nod from the man  makes it look obvious that he really doesn't want to be here. And without another word to me he continues with the next person, I take my seat, my back leaned on the chair sighing.

Later that night I wander outside with the others, the therapy was over and it was time for the teens to be released into the night to their homes. I stood on the steps outside the building, since I wasn't far from the door I heard the mumbling of hate.
" these damn kids, I hate this job" Josh mumbled loosing his tie. Called it. I knew it, he doesn't really give a shit about us. But hey, that's most adults. 

My feet dragged me to the familiar car, a white headed boy sitting in the drivers seat, window rolled down, smoke floating into the dark blue abyss. It's a relief to see him, a small smile paints itself on my lips. Soon enough the car door closes as I get in.
" hey.." I say softly doing my seatbelt.
" hey snowflake" the sparks fell from his cigarette onto the floor. His grip on the stirring wheel was loose, it didn't seem like we would be going anywhere in a hurry, fine by me.
" so, how was it?" I swung my legs onto the dash board, feeling his eyes on me.
" fine" simply was the answer.
" it sucked didn't it?" As if he could read my mind.
" yeah, he mostly didn't care, and wasn't good at hiding it" his free hand reached over and gripped mine.
" I'm sorry" Jack's voice was soft, calming.
" No, I'm sorry. Your mom is paying for this and I'm just being ungrateful"
" don't worry about it, seriously." There it was, the smile that made me swoon over him. No, we weren't rich, we are not that lucky. The conversation seemed to come to a stop.
" come on, I will take you back home"

Jack flicked the last of the cigarette out the window and began the engine. The car ride was silent until a gentle song began to play on the radio, my hair flew in every direction when I opened my window, looking at the golden street lights passing by.
" I love you." Jack said to me, I couldn't help but smile. He was the therapy I needed.
" I love you too".

Soon the car came to a stop and I headed out to the front door. However, Jack's voice stopped me.
" I will see you tomorrow"
" it's Saturday tomorrow, we have no school" I recall what day it is tomorrow.
" Exactly, it's just going to be you me and a road trip" he smiled. I return the smile as my hands fiddle with the keys.
" goodnight frosty"
" goodnight snowflake." The door opened and i head inside, I watch his car pull out of the driveway, through the crack of the door. And just like that, he was off. Gently the door closes, trying my best not disturb anyone.
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He's my therapy.