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    "Ich Liebe Dich" – (Chapter: Meet The Parents)

    Emily and Dr. Caan went over how drugs effect people and their lives. Emily was already aware of the "effects" and the consequences to a very large degree.

    Emily said, ‘There really is nothing you can say to me that I’m not already screaming to myself inside my brain. I know what I did and I know what happened.’ But this was just a mild version of what Emily’s conscience was saying.

    Sitting quietly, Emily thought ‘YOU PUT HER IN THERE! YOU’RE THE ONE THAT SHOULD’VE BURNED! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU EVEN CONSIDER THAT THERE MIGHT BE SUCH A THING AS CON SEE QUEN CESSSSS!? WELL HERE THEY ARE! Franzi is in the hospital, you have a record, and now….YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE! IS ANY OF THIS GETTING THROUGH?!’

    Dr. Caan asked, ‘Emily? What are you thinking now?’ Emily looked at him and then looked in herself. ‘Emily?’

    The human conscience can do much worse things than another human being. And Emily’s was screaming and torturing her from the inside with no mercy and no restraints.

    Emily answered, ‘I think I’m getting tired of hearing you ask me what I’m thinking. Okay? It is getting very old and very annoying to hear you say the same question everytime I change my face or go quiet or take a minute to think to myself.’

    Philip said, ‘Emily.’

    Emily snapped, ‘Be quiet, Philip! I spilled my beans for this guy and now he wants to know what I’m thinking for every facial expression? What does that sounds like to you?’

    Philip answered, ‘It sounds like somebody who knows the difference between admitting a mistake and living with it! It sounds like somebody needs to learn that she is not immune when it comes to treating people with respect! And it sounds like you’re the one who told me that I was dead to you and that we, YOUR BROTHERS, needed to "fuck off"! And if you don’t realize any of that right now, then there really is no point to us being here. And you know what, I don’t give a damn.’ With that being said, Philip walked out the door and left Emily alone with her therapist.

    Emily didn’t expect Philip to snap back at her. But he wasn’t there for his own health or to be her punching bag. The man had feeling and he didn’t appreciate her stepping on them simply because she was the victim of drug use. Philip’s words left Emily and Dr. Caan stunned.

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