Sasha licked her lips. She looked down at her hands. "What I think I should do is irrelevant at this point."

"Why do you say that?" Trevor inquired.

"I screwed up big time. Even if I say I'm fine and I don't need to see Dr. Travers or start going back to group, you aren't going to believe or trust me." She swallowed hard. "I have to do what you decide or between you and Jamie, Dr. Travers can have me committed."

"You're an adult Sasha. You are perfectly capable of making your own choices. If you honestly believe you can handle everything that is going on in your life, by yourself, no one can force you to seek therapy."

Sasha turned her gaze to a spot outside the kitchen window. She didn't say anything. She knew Trevor was waiting for her answer but she didn't know what to say. She obviously was not in control of her emotions. She was confused and frustrated. The last thing she wanted to do was go back to therapy though. To her, it was a waste of time. Paying someone to 'listen' to her problems, when she knew they weren't really listening irked her. And group therapy? Another waste of her time. There had to be another alternative.

"Sasha?" Trevor prompted raising his eyebrows at her.

"What do you want me to say?" Sasha replied. "Obviously I am not in control or I wouldn't be here. I don't like Dr. Travers. It is a waste of money to see someone who doesn't listen to begin with. And group is a waste of time. Half the people there don't want help to begin with and the other half are only there because they want attention!"

Trevor laughed. "Your first group was a pretty bad example of what group sessions are supposed to be like Sasha. Unfortunately, it was the only group open to new members at the time." He sighed. "Sasha, you're strong person. You're a smart girl." He placed his hand over hers. "But you cannot try to handle everything you are going through alone. I'm willing to help you without asking you to go back to therapy but you have to agree to my conditions."

"What kind of conditions?"