IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

Chapter 46

She shook her head yes, as a single tear rolled down her left cheek.

“What did you attempt to do?”

“I don’t want to discuss it.”

“That’s fine. Do you still have those thoughts?”

“Sometimes.” She wiped her nose. “I lost everything behind this. My career. My home.  Car everything.”

“Where have you been staying?”

“A co-worker’s home. Well she used to work for me.”

“Do you have any family?”

“No. I have nobody, and that’s the part that hurts. I was out-casted by family because of my sexuality and I figured if I had my career that would be okay. But now that’s gone, so it’s just me. I don’t see the point of living anymore.” She broke down and I held her into my chest and rubbed her back.

“Aww love, there is always something to live for. Those things you can get back. Your life you can’t. I’ll tell you what.” I held both her hands and looked in her eyes. She lifted her head.

“Thanksgiving is coming up. Spend it with me and my family.”

“Aw, I can’t do that.”

“No I think it would be great. Our apartment isn’t that big, but girl I’m going to cook and you can eat your heart out.”

“I don’t want to intrude on your family.”

“You won’t.”

“You are such an angel Amber. I listen to you every week, and I just…you are so wonderful.”

“Aww, thank you love. It’s the least I can do to help, seeing as my ex-husband battled with this and ultimately took his life. He was such a great person, I do it in his honor.”

“I’m sure he’s looking down on you proud.”

“Yeah?” I smiled.

“I believe so.”

“I hope so. This is what I want you to do. Go home and write ten things that are great about your life. You must write then things, and we’ll discuss them next week. Okay?”

“Yeah.” She tried to fix her make-up.  “May I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Have you ever done something you really regretted?”

“I’m sure I have.” I looked at little confused as to what she was getting at.

“I mean something unforgivable.”

“I think everything is forgivable Nicki.”

“Like ruining someone’s life?”

“Aw Nicki you didn’t ruin your mother’s life.”

“I’m not talking about my mother.”

I looked at her concerned.

“I’ve said too much.” She got up.

“No tell me. What are you trying to get out?”

“Nothing. I was just talking.” She headed for the door. “Thank you.”

“Here.” I wrote my address on the back of a card. “I hope to see you on Thanksgiving.”

“I’ll try to make it.”

I gave her one last hug and she left.

“Knock, Knock.” Daniel my boss and Founder of Arms of Hope, the non-profit that housed the suicide prevention group stood in my door way. He was a psychologist as well who owned his own practice, until he decided to start this organization.