Kaylee's POV: Two weeks later I sat on a couch in the therapy room of Los Angeles Rehab Facility. I'd been there for two weeks. I was coping with no cocaine, but my therapist, Angela, was convinced that I still wasn't passed why I started the drug in the first place. She didn't believe me it was from stress. So once again I sat there, trying to convince her. -I'm telling you. It was from stress. From losing my ability to play basketball, from my mom dying, from school. Angela: I don't believe you. I think there's something else. Tell me about your relationship with your Dad. -I already told you. We're close. Angela: I believe you on that. But you're 18. Are you telling me your relationship hasn't been strained since you started to be independent? -I don't get what my independence has to do with me and cocaine. Angela:*ignores her* Do you feel pressured to stay a kid by your Dad? -No. I just know that he loves me and wants to protect me. Angela: *taps pen to chin* Do you ever feel pressured to be perfect around your father. I was quiet. Angela: Ah. *writes something down* -Ah? What do you mean by "Ah"? Angela: Nothing. You have a little sister correct? -Yes. She's 2. Angela: And are she and your dad close? -Yeah. *smiles* She's such a Daddy's Girl. She reminds me of- I stopped. Gaby reminded me of me. And the little girl I used to be. Angela: Of you? Of the girl you used to be? -*looks at watch* Are we done here? Angela: We've only been here for 15 minutes. Rehab requires ...
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