“I really don’t want to do this.”

“Ashley, you promised,” Spencer reminded impatiently. “We’ve been over this.”

The rocker began to pace. “I know. But I’ve changed my mind.” She muttered biting and releasing her lip nervously.

The couple was standing outside of Dr. Johansen’s door. Today was Ashley’s first therapy session and to Spencer’s annoyance the first fifteen minutes of it has been spent watching Ashley contemplate on whether she should go or not.

Spencer fought back the urge to roll her eyes. “Ashley, you need to do this. It’ll be good for us. We’re working on making this better remember?”

“You’re right baby, you’re right,” Ashley said with a nod. The brunette took in a deep breath and placed her hand on the doorknob. She hesitated and then took a step back. “I can’t do this.”

The blonde sighed. “Ashley, this is getting real tiring.”

“I can’t do this Spencer,” Ashley repeated. “I can’t. We’re going to go in there and she’s going to pick at my brain with these stupid questions and I don’t want that. I went through this crap in rehab.”

“But you told me you didn’t participate in any group sessions.”

“Exactly,” the rocker said. “It’s bad enough spilling your guts out in front of one person, its horrendous doing it in front of a whole fucking group.”

“Watch your language.”

“Sorry baby.”

“Listen Ashley,” Spencer whispered, gripping her fiancée’s hand. “Your anger issue is hurting our relationship. We’ve been through so much this year and I can understand why you would explode but when you get like that … you’re not the Ashley I fell in love with. You become a whole different person.”

The rocker definitely could not argue with that. Ashley looked down at their clasped hands and muttered. “What if I never get better?”

“You will get better,” Spencer stated without hesitation.

“How is this quack gonna help me though?”

The blonde smiled and tilted her head adorably. “Well, we won’t know how unless we go in there now won’t we?”

“This is true.”

“Then let’s go,” Spencer said tugging Ashley into the office. The rocker let out a quiet disgruntled moan but followed none the less.

“Why hello there,” Dr. Johansen greeted with a warm smile.