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Sam. Thank goodness it was clean. But inwardly I was still struggling with a lot.
    The nonsense that had happened at the beginning of the school year with Al Dutch had taken such a terrible toll on me I hadn’t even realized how fragile and unwound I truly was. Though I longed to forget the terrible attack, my mind kept bringing back remnants of it. Feeling like my head was gonna explode, I was completely overwhelmed.
    â€œWhat about our chapter adviser? If you don’t talk to us, Cassidy, will you talk to Dr. Garnes? She’s a psychiatrist. She could really help you.” I could not give Isha an answer either way.
    Cheryl took Isha by the arm and dragged her to the other side of the room. The two were conversing as if I weren’t there. Actually, I guess I wasn’t there.
    â€œGirl, she doesn’t need to see a shrink! I know what’s going on. She lost her boyfriend,” Cheryl said, thinking she had my issues pegged.
    â€œWhat? What do you mean she lost her boyfriend?” Isha asked with a shriveled-up face, not believing Cheryl knew what she was talking about.
    Cheryl confessed, “She was dating Al Dutch, but he’s with me now. That’s right, when I leave from pledging with y’all, I’m with him. Things are getting really intense between us.”
    I picked up the now empty soup bowl and threw it across the room. I was beyond shocked. I mean, come on. If it wasn’t me, it was Ginger, Meagan, Torian, and now Cheryl. This guy was going to keep up his dirty work of scrambling through us women unless I said something. And if he did to them what he did to me and I kept quiet, I couldn’t live with myself.
    Cheryl began pacing back and forth. “See, I knew that’s what it was. Sam, did you tell her I was with Al? That’s what’s going on with her. You must’ve blabbed.”
    â€œI didn’t say anything,” Sam defended. “Why would I tell Cassidy? I told you Al Dutch needs to be left alone.”
    The two of them started arguing. I knew Sam wanted to tell Cheryl more about Al Dutch but could not because she was keeping my confidence. With my hands to my face, I started crying.
    â€œIt’s hot,” I said in a weak tone.
    Sam cleared everyone out of the apartment. Without even knowing it, I was rocking back and forth, and Isha helped me over to our cozy sofa. Cheryl wanted to stay because she felt responsible. And I didn’t want her to go. I needed to get some information to her, but the words wouldn’t come out. What was going on with me that allowed me to punk out?
    Somehow someone got in touch with Dr. Garnes because she was ushered into the apartment with Sam, heading straight toward me. I didn’t want to end up in some mental hospital with padded walls and straitjackets, but something was deeply wrong. I was so upset, so confused, so depressed, so down I was doing things I didn’t know I was capable of. If a shrink or medical help could bring me back around, bring it on.
    â€œI don’t like making house calls like this: seeing patients at home can sometimes be tricky. I don’t wanna lose my license, but to you girls my attention is immediately given, being that I am the adviser for this chapter. So, Sam, I’m going to ask you to be a witness, and if you feel that Cassidy is uncomfortable, you make the call to stop this session. Cassidy, it’s Dr. Garnes. Would you like to talk to me?” she asked, and I nodded. “Good. I’m going to ask Sam to fix you some herbal tea. Because you’re already sitting on the couch, I’m going to ask you to lie down. Sam, I’m also going to need a washcloth, and make it hot.”
    After drinking the hot tea and relaxing, I felt like I was in some sauna at the spa. It took Dr. Garnes forty-five minutes to get me to respond to her. When I finally opened up, I just let it all hang out.
    Exhilarated, I spilled one deep word after another.