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Chapter 16
GiftsChapter 16 — Mental Health Awareness—1
The party ended quickly after that. Alden left after one drink and, afterwards, since the apparent draw of the evening was gone,all of the rest of the guests began to filter out as well.
As | watched them all leave — none saying a word to me, though they certainly looked me — | wondered about the point of thisparty.
Why had Kent wanted to introduce me to my father in front of all of these people, instead of in private? It certainly hadn’t been aparty to celebrate me. Instead, it was more like a proof of life. Kent was demonstrating to the world that | exist — and that I’m inhis power.
| stare down at the diamond on my finger, twisting the ring back and forth, seeing how it catches the light. Even though I’vechanged and into a pair of leggings and a super soft sweater — honestly, how do these clothes keep showing up in my room? — Idon’t have the heart to take the ring off.
It's just so beautiful. I've rarely had anything really pretty in my life and this was...stunning. And priceless, | think.
Maybe if | run away, I can sell this at a pawn shop and use the money to get to Europe, where Kent and my father can’t find1. me.
| grimace at the impossibility of all of that, though. | don’t even
a better chance to get back to my normal life.
But after this evening | realize that I'm just as much of a pawn in Alden’s world as Kent's. And after seeing his crazy moodswings, I’m not sure Alden would be a better choice. Kent can be cruel, but at least he’s always in control.
Suddenly, outside of my door, | hear a huge thump and a groan. What —
| jump up from the bed and stare at the door, expecting it to swing open like it always does.
But nothing.
| hear the groan again.
Scared, but needing to know, | run to the door and pull it open.
I gasp at the sight before me.
Kent Lippert is laying on the ground of the hallway, groaning, his eyes pressed closed as he clutches his chest.“Oh my god!” | say, looking either way down the hall for help. No one’s there.
| fall to my knees beside him, reaching out to quickly feel for a pulse at his neck.
“Kent,” | say, “are you all right?”
“I'm. Fine.” He says, teeth gritted.
My eyes fliek to his face because — obviously — he is not fine.
But I’m relieved that he’s conscious, at least. | hesitate, trying to remember the First Responder course | took in college.“What's wrong? Are you having pain in your chest, your left arm?”
“I'm fine —" he says again, his eyes still pressed shut as he begins to pant. He tries to sit up but | put hands on his shoulders,pressing him down to the ground.
“Just stay still,” | say, my head whipping around, still looking up and down the hall for help. Still, no one appears. How can |possibly be the only one who noticed!?
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“I'll go for help,” | say, rising to my knee, but he grabs my wrist.
“Fay,” he says, opening his eyes a little to squint at me. “Don’t go anywhere. Tell no one.”“What!?” | hiss at him, appalled. “Kent, you could die
“I'm not going to die,” he grumbles, forcing the words from between his clenched teeth. “This happens sometimes. It willHe groans before forcing out the last word in the sentence.
“Pass.” He rests his head back against the floor, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing in pain.| gape at him. Is he serious? Is this honestly a common thing for him?
“Well, what can | do to help?” | ask, still frantic.
He opens one eye and looks at me, clearly annoyed. “Go away, that’s what you can do.”“What!?” | stare at him. Was he crazy? “Kent, you’re probably having a heart attack
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| stare at him, and I’m sure he can tell by my face that | think he’s definitely wrong. He shakes his head and looks down —
embarrassed, | think — and pauses before he speaks.
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“It's just...” he says, “something that happens to me. From time to time. It’s been happening for the past couple of years. Attimes of...stress.”
I sink to the floor, my back still against the door, putting the pieces together.
| can’t believe it. “Oh my god,” | say, not even thinking about whether or not | should say it. “You have panic attacks.”
He glances up at me.
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“They're really common,” | continue, “but not usually to this extent. But we learned, in my program, that when they’re reallysevere they can present with the intensity of a heart attack...”
He doesn’t look at me or say a word. | bite my lip, feeling suddenly sorry for him. | can’t help it. I've never really been able to seeanother person in pain and not want to help them.
“You know,” | say quietly. “There are doctors that can help you with this sort of thing. You shouldn't suffer like this, if they happenall the time.”novelbin
“| don’t need to see a doctor.” He says, his voice determined.
| roll my eyes at him, a gesture I’m not sure I'd make if he were looking at me.
“Well, if you don’t want to see a doctor,” | say, hesitating again. “Maybe | could help?”
He lifts his head, his eyes open now. “How could you possibly help me.”
| purse my lips, frustrated. “I mean, | am a trained therapist. | wouldn’t think you'd forget that, considering it's how we met.”He laughs a little. “Yes. Fav’s little certificate” he says his voice
say, but he interrupts me.
“| have spoken to my doctor, Fay,” he says. “There is nothing wrong with me.”
But my training, and my desire to help, push back against my instinct to follow his command. “You have an anxiety disorder,Kent,” | say, my voice serious.
He just laughs at me. “An anxiety disorder? A mental illness? Sissies make those up terms so they can have an excuse for whythey're so inadequate.”
With that, he pushes himself to his feet. | do too, blocking the door with my body. “It’s not for sissies — it’s an important aspect ofyour health —*
“Fay,” he says, angry with me,pressing his hand flat against thedoor so that I'm tr AED betviedrt himapchthelexit) Syou know whatwould happen to me in this world, ifword ever got out that | have somekind weakness in my mind?” Thecontent is on NovelDrama.Org! Readthe latest chapter there!
| hesitate. | can guess, but | choose silence.
“I'd be dead, Fay.” He says, glaring atme. “If they ever found my body, it’dbe at the bottom of a lake with cinderblocks for shoes. And Ghil&| Rasmissing, frot my enemies wouldcome - like the carrion birds they are— and pick pick pick —“he taps the topof my head, like a little bird pecking —“at the world I've worked so hard tobuild.” The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
I stare up at him, not knowing what to say.“So, if you don’t mind,” he says, still glaring, “I think I'll decline your offer of mental health services.”
He pushes himself up off the doorand | step aside so he can leave. Hetwists the handle, byt 9 hesitatesbefane fe bails fropen. “You will tellno one what you witnessed tonight.Ever. Not even Daniel. Do youunderstand?” The content is onNovelDrama.Org! Read the latestchapter there!
Slowly, | nod as he strides out of my room and down the hall.
| watch him go, still shocked at the events of the evening.
Then, a slow smile creeps over my face.
Well. It looks like | finally got my first little piece of power in this mafia game. The question was, how would | use it?B
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