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    Chapter Two

    The brunette feels a few tears leaking down her cheeks. She looks away, ashamed of herself. ”That-that was just last year…Nico’s such a sweet boy. I’m lucky to have him. I don’t deserve him. What kind of mother tries to kill themselves with their son in the house? He deserves better,” she sniffles.

    ”What made you fucking do that? Lorna, why would you ever feel the need to end your life? You don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve love? What do you deserve? Why the fuck do you feel so unworthy of everything? I don’t get it. Help me understand, baby. Help me understand why you think this way. Is there something I can do to make you love yourself?”

    A loud sob escapes Lorna. She timidly shrugs. ”I-I don’t know why I did that or why I do any of the stupid things I do, Nicky! I’m psychotic…a fucked-up psycho is what I am. My therapist says my mental illness makes me do things out of my control but that’s bullshit—isn’t it? There’s no excuse for my behavior,” she exhausts.

    Nicky’s surprised to hear that Lorna’s seeming to get help for herself. She presses a tender kiss to her head, looking softly into her eyes. ”I’m prouda you, baby, for getting yourself a therapist. No, that’s not bullshit. That makes me kind of have some understanding of why you tried drowning yourself. I still hate that you’d do that to yourself you sweet girl. But it makes a little more sense to me. Can you tell me what mental illness you have?”

    ”I-I—it wasn’t my decision to get a therapist…Franny made me. I didn’t want one but she wouldn’t take no for an answer—so don’t give me the credit,” the brunette honestly informs her, peering away from Nicky. She didn’t ever think such information would be found out by her friend—especially not from her own son.

    She lets out a breath while tracing her fingers slowly along the outline of Nicky’s arm. ”Not really sure what it is…the therapist says it’s some kinda delusional illness—which, I guess, makes sense. I do have a delusional mind.”

    ”Yeah, that does make sense—it explains why ya made up all the fiancé shit with Christopher and lied to me about Vinny dying in an accident.”

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