Page 23 of Pushing the Limits (Pushing the Limits 1)
âI didnât force anything, Mr. Emerson. I simply placed the ribbon on the desk during her sessions. Itâs called desensitizing. Her mind decided it was safe to remember, so she did. â
Springing from his chair, my father ran a hand through his hair. âMy God, Echo. Why didnât you tell me earlier? You have to understand â¦â
âMr. Emerson, stop!â Mrs. Collins tried to keep her voice level, but I felt the slight urgency in her tone. âShe only remembered receiving the ribbon. Thatâs all. â
My fatherâs chest rose and fell rapidly. He reminded me of one of those paper bags people blow into during a panic attack. Then, as if to prove the impossible possible, he pulled me into him and hugged me. One of his arms wound around my back. His other hand cradled my head against him. I stood stiff.
Yet I felt warm. Secure. Safe. Like when I was a child and my mother spiraled into an episode and I was scared. Memories of my mother wide-eyed, yelling incoherently, her wild, red hair falling from a ponytail filled my mind. I used to run to my father and he would hold meâjust like this. He protected me and kept me safe. I listened to his heart beating and I almost allowed myself to hug him back. Stilettos clicked against the floor when Ashley fidgeted.
Unbelievable pain stung my heart and I pushed him away. âYou chose her. â
My father held a hand out to me, his mouth hanging open. âWhat?â
âYou chose Ashley. She weaseled her way into our home and she tore our family apart. You chose her over us. â
âEcho, no. It wasnât like that. â Ashleyâs plea was pathetic and fake. âI loved you and then I fell in love with your dad. Your parentsâ marriage was over way before the divorce. â
My foot tapped the floor. Liar. She was a liar. âYes, because of you. â
; âWeâre going home. This is a family matter. â My father reached for his jacket and Ashley stood. âMrs. Collins, I appreciate the stateâs willingness to place Echo in your program, but I believe itâs best if my family seeks private counseling someplace else. â
I panicked. In the parking lot, Noah was waiting for his turn to set our plan into motion. So far, Iâd failed miserably. My father needed to stay until I accomplished my goal. In theory, I had one ally in this room. âMrs. Collins?â
She gave me a nod. âMr. and Mrs. Emerson, with all due respect this is exactly the kind of matter that should be discussed here. â
My father held out Ashleyâs coat for her. âIâm capable of deciding whatâs appropriate for my family. My divorce from my ex-wife and my marriage to Ashley have nothing to do with Echoâs memory loss. â
âI beg to differ. Theyâre issues Echo needs to deal with. â
Oh, God. They were going to leave and Iâd never learn what happened to me. I had to say something to keep them in the room. âI like her. â
All three adults froze. âThatâs why I brought you here. â I focused on the words Iâd practiced since Noah and I had come up with the plan. âI wanted to tell you that I like the job Mrs. Collins found for me and that Iâm done lying to her. Iâm not fine and Iâm not happy at home. I like her and I want to keep seeing her. â
And oddly enough, I didnât blink.
Mrs. Collinsâs lips turned up, the exact reaction I hoped for. In order for Noahâs plan to work, she needed to think I trusted her. Now, if I could build a time machine, go back to twenty minutes ago, and stop myself from telling my father how I really felt, my plan would be back on track. Telling Ashley off felt good, but that only disappointed my father. I sighed. In an effort to make this up to him, Iâd be the only college freshman still attempting a perfect ACT score.
âIâm sorry, Daddy. I was out of line. â Ugh. Iâd rather eat cockroaches than say this. âAnd you, too, Ashley. My comments to you were rude. â But true.
My father nodded and finished helping Ashley into her coat. âI donât blame you, Echo. â He stared at Mrs. Collins, making it perfectly clear who he blamed for my outburst. âIf you want to keep seeing Mrs. Collins then Iâll let you. On a trial basis only. That means these next few sessions will be scrutinized. â
Ashley rubbed her baby bump. âIâm glad youâre making progress, Echo. It was a wonderful day when you got that ribbon. It was the first time I ever felt like the three of us were a real family. â
âWhy wasnât my mom there?â Silence. Ashleyâs hand froze mid-rub and my father stood motionless. I continued, âYou said three. Mom would have never let you squeeze her out of that moment. She loved my paintings. She encouraged me more than the two of you combined. â
The black hole pulsed in my head and a faint memory squeezed out. âI invited her to the ceremony and she accepted. â
My motherâs overly excited voice filled my head. âI wouldnât miss it, my little goddess. â
âYouâre asking good questions, Echo, and Iâm thrilled that you want to keep working with me. But I think weâve had enough for today,â Mrs. Collins said, bringing me back to the present. âWe can pick this up in another session. â
Speaking of another session ⦠I was veering off course again. I had to set up Noah. âDaddy, thereâs one more thing. â
He pinched the bridge of his nose, no doubt praying for the day I would be off to college and out of his house. Then he could focus all of his attention on his new familyâthe replacement family. âYes?â
âIf itâs okay with Mrs. Collins, I want to move my counseling sessions back an hour. Iâm thinking of rejoining the dance team or at least helping them with their routines. â