Gabriel
“Tell me how that makes you feel?”
I glared across the coffee table at the center psychologist. She gave me a peaceful smile and pushed her glasses up her narrow nose.
Dr. Kelly’s office was meant to look homey and comfortable. A navy blue overstuffed loveseat across from her matching armchair. A wooden coffee table in between with a box of tissues. Her desk was in a separate office behind the therapy room, with a heavy door that was always locked. I also knew that the furniture, meant to look casual and country chic, was bolted to the floor, just in case one of her clients flew into a rage and started tossing the furniture.
I was past the stage of fits of anger, but I still resented the doctor and her little smile. “It makes me feel inadequate!” I snapped, stating the obvious
