“Burn those who burned me!”
<b>Chapter </b><b>228 </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>20</b><b>: </b>Therapeutic truth telling<b>. </b>
A week after meeting Joshua Watson, Josie was on her way to her biweekly therapy session. The day before, Marlon tried to give her some tips on what a recovering alcoholic might say at therapy.
“I’ve <i>been </i>watching <i>these </i>group session <i>videos </i>on YTV. I <i>got </i><i>a </i><i>list </i>of <i>things </i><i>you </i><i>should </i><i>say </i><i>at </i><i>your </i>next session.”
Josie took the paper and began to read. As she continued down the list, she couldn’t help butugh.
<i>“</i><i>If </i><i>I </i><i>could </i>change one thing <i>about </i><i>myself</i><i>…</i><i>it </i><i>would </i>be to <i>stop </i><i>being </i><i>an </i><i>alcoholic</i>. I’m <i>battling </i><i>the </i><i>urge </i>not to drink. The demon also know as <i>liquor </i><i>has </i>me consumed…”
Josie began tough hysterically.
<i>“</i><i>Marlon</i>…I am <i>not </i><i>saying </i><i>any </i>of <i>this</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>But </i><i>you </i><i>have </i>to <i>say </i><i>something </i><i>otherwise </i><i>they’ll </i><i>find </i><i>you </i><i>in </i><i>contempt</i><i>!</i>”
Smiling lightly, Josie patted Marlon’s shoulder.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>know </i>I <i>have </i>to <i>talk </i><i>about </i><i>that </i><i>situation</i>. <i>I’m </i><i>just </i><i>going </i>to be as <i>honest </i><i>as </i>possible. <i>But </i><i>if </i><i>I </i><i>go </i><i>in </i>there <i>saying </i><i>this </i><i>shit</i>… <i>Dr. </i><i>Woods </i><i>will </i><i>see </i><i>right </i><i>through </i><i>it</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Marlon nodded in agreement; he figured she would know better than him.
<b>As </b>Josie sat in the waiting area, she could see a younger man walking out of Dr. Woods office. For some reason, he seemed familiar to her. Like she’d seem him before.
<i>‘</i><i>Must </i><i>be </i><i>one </i><i>of </i><i>her </i><i>patients</i><i>.</i><i>‘ </i>
She thought to herself as she continued to scroll on her phone. The Taylors were going through life like normal. Shopping, g events, etc. It had been over three weeks since she moved out. Since then, she’d been monitoring their activities. She knew Christian was probably going to have someone tailing her goes to her sessions, so she and Marlon decided it was best for her to go directly to his office on those days. Just as she was about to call him, Dr. Woods call her into her office for her appointment.
<i>“</i><i>Ms. </i><i>Taylor</i><b><i>, </i></b><ie </i><i>on </i><i>in</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Evelyn smiled as Josie made her way into the office. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like Dr. Woods had an empathetic look in her eyes. Josie figured she must have read about some of issues she faced while in prison.
<i>‘</i><i>Ha</i><i>. </i>She doesn’t even <i>know </i>the <i>half </i><i>of </i><i>it</i><i>.</i><i>‘ </i>
Josie thought to herself as she sat in her seat.
The women sat in silence for a few moments before Evelyn spoke first.
<i>“</i><i>Josie</i><i>…</i><i>I’ve </i><i>been </i><i>trying </i>to <i>figure </i><i>out </i><i>the </i>best approach <i>to </i><i>this </i><i>very </i><i>unique </i>yet disturbing situation. I’m sorry to say <b><i>that </i></b>I <b><i>haven’t </i></b><b>been </b><b><i>able </i></b><b><i>to </i></be <i>up </i><i>with </i>a <i>clever </i><i>enough </i><i>tactic</i>…so <i>I </i><i>thought </i><i>perhaps </i>the <i>truth </i><i>would besuffice</i>.”
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Josie’s face frowned. She didn’t understand what Dr. Woods was trying to say.
“Dr. Woods, I don’t understand <i>what </i>you’re talking <i>about</i>.<i>” </i>
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Evelyn smiled gently. A week before their session, Georgia, Josie’s probation officer called Evelyn frantically one night asking to meet her at local diner.
<i>“</i><i>Alright </i>Gege, what <i>is </i>so important that <i>you </i>had to drag me out in <i>the </i><i>middle </i><i>of </i><i>the </i>night<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Georgia looked at Evelyn with a troubled expression as she slid a folder over to her. Confused, Evelyn picked up the folder and began reading to contents inside. The documents appeared to be about Josie’s vehicr homicide case.
“I…I don’t understand <i>what </i>you’re <i>showing </i>me<i>. </i><i>Isn’t </i><i>this </i><i>Josie </i><i>Taylor’s </i><i>arrest </i><i>repor-</i><i>” </i>
“<i>Keep </i><i>reading</i>.”
Georgia looked at Evelyn with a troubled expression. As Evelyn continued to read, Georgia watched as her expression began to change from confused to shocked.
<i>“</i><i>Gege</i>…<i>what </i>is <i>this</i><i>?? </i><i>What </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>say</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Georgia took a sip of her coffee.
“<i>The </i><i>car </i><i>crash </i><i>happened </i><i>at </i><i>approximately </i><i>4:18</i><i>pm </i><i>on </i><i>May </i><i>18th</i><i>, </i><i>2021. </i><i>I </i><i>found </i><i>out </i><i>the </i><i>car </i><i>was </i><i>registered </i><i>to </i><i>the </i><i>sister</i><i>…</i><i>Vanessa </i><i>Taylor</i>. <i>Josie </i><i>didn’t </i><i>even </i><i>have </i><i>a </i><i>license </i><i>at </i><i>the </i><i>time</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>like </i><i>where </i><i>my </i><i>thoughts </i><i>were </i><i>going </i><i>so </i><i>I </i><i>did </i><i>a little </i><i>digging</i>….<i>there’s </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>Josie </i><i>could </i><i>have </i>done that <i>ident</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Evelyn’s eyes darted up at Georgia.
“<i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>saying</i><i>? </i><i>Are </i><i>you </i><i>saying </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>framed</i><i>? </i><i>Gege</i><i>…</i><i>that </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>make </i><i>any </i><i>sense</i>…. <i>have </i><i>let </i><i>their </i><i>daughter </i><i>go </i><i>to </i><i>jail </i><i>for </i>a crime <i>she </i><i>didn’t </imit<i>.</i><i>” </i>
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