Chapter 3

We didn’t speak on the drive home.

Part of it was that I was embarrassed - I have no idea why I’d thought Dr. Williamson was out to get my mother. I completely trusted him, and it was obvious that he was just there to help her.

Just like he’d helped me.

That was the main cause of my quietness - I don’t know what he’d said to me - when I woke up, the hour had passed, and my Mom was beaming at me, tears in her eyes.

Ugh. Lame.

Why didn’t Mom get that I wasn’t a kid any more? Didn’t she get that she was embarrassing me?

And so for the drive home, I sat and stared out of the window.

I wasn’t sulking. Mom just didn’t get it.

As soon as the front door was unlocked, I ran upstairs into my room, slammed the door, and turned my music up as loud as it would go.

“Tiffany, you are not going out like that.”

“Mom! God, you just don’t get it!”

“Tiffany! I am your mother, and you cannot speak to me like that.”

I looked down at my outfit. What was Mom’s problem? I was wearing a thin white tank-top and a hot pink bra. The bra was pretty clearly visible under the top, but that was the point.

She was probably just jealous.

“I’m just going out with my friends!”

“With who? Brittany?”

“No...”

“Don’t lie to me, young lady.”

I actually wasn’t lying. For some reason, the idea of hanging out with Brittany just seemed so... boring. She’d probably want to sit around and talk about politics or her lame boss or whatever.

No, I was going to the mall.

Whether Mom wanted me to or not.

Instead of replying to her stupid accusation, I walked past her and picked up the keys.

“Tiffany! Tiffany, put those keys down this instant.”

Ignoring her, I began walking to the door.

“Tiffany! I am your mother, and you will do what I say. Get back here right now.”

Shocking even myself, I stepped outside and started towards the car. My mother followed me to the door, her voice getting higher and higher the more disobedient I was.

“Young lady! Get inside this house right now.”

As I unlocked the car, I turned to her, and mockingly said something I’d heard her say so many times in my life.

“What will the neighbors think?”

Mom flushed slightly as she realized how loud she’d been, and - sure enough - turned to see the elderly couple next-door watching, bewildered.

Turning the key in the ignition, I backed out of the driveway - knocking over a trashcan in the process, the tires squealing as I zipped down the street, adrenaline pumping through my body.

“And I just feel like there’s nothing I can do to get through to her!” Mom said, tears running down her cheek. I rolled my eyes, but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel bad - after all, as obnoxiously controlling as Mom was, I didn’t really want her to suffer.

“That’s okay,” Dr. Williamson said soothingly, and his eyes flicked towards me for a moment. I preened slightly at his glance - I was wearing a tight strapless dress. I’d expected him to check out my cleavage, but to my surprise his attention seemed to be drawn to my legs.

I wriggled slightly, letting the tight dress ride up my thighs a little further. What was the harm in letting the good doctor take a peek at my panties?

“I’m sure I’ll be able to help you two reconnect. After all, that’s why you both started coming to me in the first place.”

Was it? I asked myself, my forehead crinkling. Something about that didn’t sound right. But before I could say anything, he flipped the switch on his machine, and the thick throbbing again began to fill the room.