Helena glared at HG.

“You have some nerve coming here,” she said sternly. “Haven’t you caused her enough pain?”

“It was never my intention to cause her pain,” HG said softly. “Myka and I share a lot of things that I needed to remind her about.”

“I’m starting to realize,” Helena muttered. “What is this Warehouse you were talking about? And what ( Read more... )

“HG,” she mumbled.

“Oh its HG now,” the voice said, a bit tense now. “You used to whisper my name over and over like a mantra as you came undone below me.”

Myka put the guitar down and, irritated, got up. She turned and faced the woman from her past.

“That name belongs to someone else now,” she said curtly. She folded her arms scowling at HG.

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When Myka left the Warehouse she had no thought of what she would do next. It was a very foreign concept to her. Her whole life had been planned since she was in middle school. Myka Bering did not act on impulses. She planned every move, every action, carefully weighing pros and cons until she could make the best decision possible. This time though ( Read more... )

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Note: I am not a counseling psychologist, nor do I know anything about  behavior therapy, so I had to do a lot of improvising with Helen's documentation of her sessions with Helena and Myka.
Disclaimer: see chapter 1

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As an introuduciotn to chapter 5 I'd like to share a link to a video made by ( Read more... )

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