Her therapist said it wasn’t her fault. He said the reason why she acts the way she does is because of the way her parents chose to raise her. Though she knows he always meant Brain washed her that way. Whichever one he chose to use for the day didn’t matter to her, as long as she got her house in. If it wasn’t for that court order she wouldn’t even be in therapy. She believed she was in perfect health, but she’s developed a sick sense of humor lately because she’s started to enjoy going to her therapy sessions. She gets to sit in those comfortable chairs or soft and watch the therapist try to Fix her. Today’s session was in the bag, no worries she gets to screw with him again next Friday. The street lamps burned the night air, making the air seem thick with humidity or possibly it was just the body heat from the several hundred people that would cram into the pubs on Friday nights. She’s walked this same path many times before and it seems she had forgotten which one is correct. The night was already half gone as more people pushed their way into the pubs. She quietly laughed at their stupidity as she approached her apartment building. Her apartment building looked more like a luxurious hotel, then a building that housed permanent residents. The front door had its own opener that would hail cabs for you or help you carry your bags if need be. He is a sweet old man who’s been working at the building for more than twenty-five years. Though on several occasions, much like tonight she chose to use the back entrance. It’s more private when you want to be alone or…be sneaky. The back door to the apartment building opens with a subtle creak as if the door was a part of an old long forgotten haunted mansion, though no one was around to hear it but her. She takes one last look around before she disappears into the building. Once inside the back stairwell she shivered slightly. Management always kept the stairwells much cooler than the rest of the building. ‘Saves on money’ they always said. Let’s just say they could at least spare a few bucks. Come on, the air in the stairwell was that of a walk-in freezer, you never wanted to move for fearful you would lose too much body heat. On most nights here in the city it was a nice change from the humid night air. On most days she enjoyed taking the back stairs ‘Staying fit and healthy’ were two of her folk’s rules but on her off days she would take the elevator. As she ascends the stairs she recalls her last therapy sessions to pass the time walking up the numerous stairs. “Did your parents treat you well Kyra?” He asked “My parents were loving people or at least that’s what I use to feel. They always wanted the best for me at any cost. Teaching me new things each day, showing me their trades. I never saw what they did as wrong, like most people” The therapist shook his head and jotted down more notes. Trying to analyze her brain and thought process. ‘Good luck’ she thought and laughed it off. “Everyone feared them, whether the people knew it or wanted to. ‘Fear earns you respect’ my parents told me ‘If someone fears you, they will most certainly respect you’ they drilled into my thoughts each night. My parents always knew the right thing to do, right thing to say…there was no way I was going to catch up…” She continued and he was eating it up like candy, she left him with one very disturbing thought. “But no matter what it took, I was going to catch up” The sweet ache of her muscles reminded her of the day’s events but mostly of the hike up the stairwell. She ascends the last flight of stairs more slowly; she always used the last flight as a cool down exercise. At the door to her floor she takes a left and walks to her door. She un-clips her carabiner and as she places the key in the lock the keys jingle, most likely alerting a certain mischievous companion of hers. Once she removes the key from the lock she lightly pushed on the door and it swings open. Sitting just clear of the door is her pure black companion with just a mask of white around his midnight blue eyes. She pats the side of her right thigh and he slowly walks over to her. She kneels down and picks him up to place him on her right shoulder. “How was your day Jak?” He opens his arms and spreads them out in a large circle telling her that he had a big day. She walks into the apartment and kicks the door shut. Then she plops down on the couch and Jak slides off her arm onto a cushion on the couch. She looks down at Jak as if he’s two again, she ruffles up his hair on top of his head and lays her head against one of the pillows on the side of the couch “I think I’ll go down to the local pub and celebrate my probation almost being over.” She gets up from the couch and walks into her room with Jak at her heels. He jumps onto the bed and shrugs his shoulder at her “The den silly” He nods his head then he points to himself “No you can’t go. I’ll only be a couple of hours” He hangs his head as she walks out of the bathroom in a new outfit. Then before she leaves, she pats his head and gives him a granola bar. She heads out of the apartment and exits out the front doors this time.