“Jared, I… I need your help.” There was a sense of uneasiness in her voice since asking for help wasn’t exactly something she did on average. Heather was self-sufficient and knew how to handle herself in almost any situation. But here she was, at someone’s metaphorical doorsteps pleading for them to take her in. “Coming to this place really fucked up my plans and I can’t just put my life on hold until some asshole decides I’ve been ‘cured.’ With that said, I need… or more so, want you to be my teacher. I had planned to retake the SATs last month for a better score…. But then with the overdose… And god, if I get stuck here for too long, I don’t want to lose my edge before college…” She leaned against the door with her arms crossed as she trailed off; her breathing was smooth but she felt a pang of bitterness in her chest. Despite her initial “I wont be here long”, Heather knew it was all at the discretion of her therapist. And something told her Wright wouldn’t be letting her go anytime soon. This was the moment she had been avoiding but now that it was here, she was glad it was Jared she had to ask. “So will you, you know… help me?”
