Harley
“I see." She writes things down on a notepad, and I feel like I'm being judged.
“Where is Benjamin?" I demand. I can't take this anymore. I look around me, thinking of running out of here. I didn't hurt anyone, I shouldn't be in here.
“Tell me, Farrah, where is your family? Who is Benjamin?"
Closing my eyes, I breathe through her questions.
“My family is gone. A club adopted me, and Benjamin is, I don't know… a friend," I reply with a shaky voice. What is Benji to me? I've never had someone ask me that before. He's… always there for me. He's like a brother.
“So, you and Harley are different people?"
My head throbs, my vision funneling in on the stupid doctor in the chair. What does she mean different people. Can she not tell I'm different, that I'm not Harley? Is she not li
