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something but Dr. Greenberg held a finger to her lips.  
    “I know you don’t tell me everything. I know you hold back. If you want my help you have to tell me everything.”
    “I do tell you everything.” Everything I wanted her to know anyway.
    “Really?” Her voice rose and she slanted her head to the side. “I suppose you want to tell me why you’re favoring your right shoulder and where the black eye came from?”
    Nope, wasn’t planning on it. “I talked to Chelsea today. She said something that made me think maybe I’m not crazy and I’m not an asshole.”
    “Chelsea?”
    “Yeah, I told you about her yesterday. She saw my fight and went to the station to talk to Belmont.”
    “Ahh yes. What did she have to say?”
    “She said I act like her brother and there’s a way to help me.”  
    Dr. Greenberg placed her pen on the desk next to the yellow notepad she used for taking notes and released a sigh. When I looked at her, really looked, I saw the black circles forming just under her eyes. I hadn’t noticed them before and wondered what could keep her from sleeping. Assuming of course the rings were from lack of sleep and not something like a beating from someone. People often mistook Mom’s black eyes for extreme fatigue.  
    “Did she tell you what it was?”
    “No, just that she could help me. Can she? Help me, I mean?” I leaned forward, hoping, wanting to believe there was a cure for whatever my problem was.
    Dr. Greenberg took so long to answer I wasn’t sure she’d let me stay much longer. I watched the second hand on the clock make its way around once, twice, three times then braced my hands on either side and pushed myself off the couch. She’d never avoided my questions in the past, no matter how much the truth hurt. I had to keep hope alive. With Dave at home I had very little hope left, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d let go that quickly.  
    “Luke, sit down.” She gestured with her finger.
    “No, I’d rather you not tell me that there isn’t any prospect of me finding answers. I’m at my wits end right now and that would tip the scales. I don’t want to hurt you or Stacey.”
    “I said sit down. I’m not done talking to you.” Her voice was sharp.
    “How do you do that?” I asked at the same time I followed her command and returned to the couch.
    “Do what?” She sounded put out with me.
    “Order me around. Anyone else who does that pisses me off, but not you.”
    “I don’t know. If I had to speculate, though, I’d say it’s because you trust me. That and I don’t force you to do anything that goes against your instincts. It’s not a challenge either.” I thought about that for a moment and nodded. “As I said before, yes there is a chance to help straighten things out for you.”
    I sat up and listened. “And.”
    She sat back, crossing one leg over the other. Her clasped hands rested on top of her knee. “Okay. I’ve spent some time with my colleagues the last couple of weeks. We’ve evaluated everything and have come to a plausible diagnosis.”
    My heart raced, my hands became clammy, and I took a deep breath. She deflected the first time I asked, but this time it seemed like she’d answer. My persistence paid off and I’d have an answer. Maybe I’d be able to do something with my future if I knew how to control this rage. Dr. Greenberg flipped through her yellow notepad. The makings of a knot began low in my gut, this was supposed to be good, and yet, everything screamed the opposite.  
    The heel of my foot tapped the floor in anticipation. “Why do you keep holding back? Can’t you just tell me?”
    “Yes, but you have to understand that this is something I’m not all that familiar with. It will take both of us, Luke. You have to be honest with me at all times if I’m going to help you. I’m here to help you. You understand that, correct?” I hesitated then nodded. Could I really tell her everything? Including the shit I put up with