It’s been two days…two long lonely boring days at Ben’s house. Only one of them was around at a time while the other was working. Today, the third day, however both were home because it was Spencer’s first therapy appointment.

Ben watched Paula throwing set of clothes on the bed over and over again trying to find the perfect outfit, “Paula can we talk before you go?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well I was wondering about the stuff you tell your daughter, she’s going to burn in hell for having a girlfriend…”

“It’s not right Ben,” Why does this sound familiar? She thought.

“To who?”

“God, the bible says so…”

”It also says love thy neighbor and treat those like you’d what to be treated or something to that effect. Look all I’m saying is she looks up to you, wants to make you proud and all you do is make her feel like crap. Why do you do it?”

“That’s right poor Spencer, did you guys not think that I was protecting her. Making her a good Christian fighter in a world filled with hate and violence.”

“The only hate and violence I’ve seen toward her is you…” Ben shouted interrupting her speech.

“How can you say that?” Paula growled, anger boiling in the pit of her stomach for this man she thought loved her.

“All I’m saying is maybe you should talk to the psychologist too, I all ready set it up with him. You’ll go in with Spencer, can you do that?” Ben asked taking cautious steps toward the fuming blond.

“Fine,” Paula turned on her heel before he could get in reach, threw on some nice jeans and a shirt and rushed Spencer out the door.

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Mother and daughter sat patiently in the brightly lit waiting room. Other children and teens waiting with their parents while the secretary typed away on her computer and answered the phone. The clock on the wall ticked away the time, Paula could swear it slowed down just for her, to make the appointment last longer.

“Mrs. Carlin,” the secretary called.

“Come on Spence,” the two got up and headed into the office.