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"I'm glad you do. But I must tell you this; it's going to be hard. It's not going to be easy. You'd feel like bailing and you'd feel like a shitty person. We all are at a point in our lives before we heal. So when you come the day after tomorrow, I want you to come with every baggage you can carry and we will offload as much as we can to make you feel lighter by the time you return home, okay?" I nodded. She picked a book and handed it over to me. "This is a book I wrote last year: The Abstractness of The Mental. I give it out for free to my patients as I like to call you all." I laughed and nodded before looking down at the book. It had a glossy feeling to it and a picture of the brain and

“Are you still bringing these?” “Bring what?” I pretended not to know, although I knew she was referring to the box of my self-help and personal growth books. She pushed the box outside the closet. “This. Why don’t you just donate them?” I pouted my full lips and shook my head. “Na-ah! I need them.” “Why keep them when you don’t follow their advice? One book is enough.” Her eyebrows arched as she waited for my answer. “Leave my books alone, Bethany,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

I don’t have a phone I can use to reach either of them; I haven’t had a phone for days now. I flip the page of the self-help book which I’d grabbed from duty-free earlier, internally hating myself for not picking one of the other enticing fiction books I’d seen, but I thought about sleep, and the fact that I’d have to induce myself on this flight back to actually make it through, and went with it. It’s a book about the power of conversations, which I find ironic because of the situation I’m currently in, and because nothing in the past three pages I’ve read seemed helpful.

" Okay, sis Vic. Am glad you were inspired by this. " " It's my pleasure... I think I need to work on my spiritual growth more. " " You should... I also recommend you read the books written by Doctor Rebecca Brown. They are pretty inspiring. " " Yeah... I have heard about them but haven't read any... " " You should, sis... They'll help boost your faith. " " Am sure they will... Thanks, Mia... For inspiring me. " " It's my pleasure. " I smiled. " You know... It's really amusing that the same girl who had been like a vegetable for a month now is now looking very lively, and even exchanging words with me. "

These visions were happening more and more frequently, but nothing else was coming. I needed to find out who this person was. A book on hypnotism caught my eye. I remembered Mark reading it and mentioning it as a potential way to access my blocked memories. I didn’t want to let him do it, but in the comfort and safety of my room alone, this could be a good idea. I picked up the book and searched for the section on self-hypnotism.

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The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.

* She thought with a smile as she walked across the room. Because of her regular visit to his office during the first week of work, she felt familiar enough to walk around and not feel nervous. Her encounters with him also made her feel settled. "Even though he acts like someone who has bipolar disorder sometimes, he is still kind." She found herself saying out loud as she opened a book which she found interesting from his shelf. The title of the book was "Think And Grow Rich" by Napoleon Hill. She was so fascinated in the last page of the book and the thoughts swirling in her head that she wasn't aware of her surroundings anymore.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.