Huntress: The Beginning by LT Reynolds (sci fi books to read txt) đ
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Chapter One
The heavy beige make a loud SPLAT as it landed on the hard wood surface of the small coffee table before Savannah. The impish psychologist had been hoping to make her jump but the most Savannah had done was look across at her.
Dr. Barbara June wasnât as intimidating she wanted to be. She stood on the other side of the coffee table, peering down at Savannah in her chair. Her hands on her hips, she spelled out the one word Savannah hated the most.
âA-M-N-E-S-I-A-C.â
The brunette paused, and watched Savannah, looking for some wanted reaction. The only reaction she was getting was impatience. You know how to spell. Congratulations. Savannahâs polished black nails tapped on the coffee colored leather chair.
Dr. June was pixie tall and therefore trying to act like she was taller than she was didnât really intimidate anyone. Even in the snappy business skirt and blazer, it didnât really do anything much to incite fear.
âDo you know the meaning of the word?â Savannah wondered if she stood, would she made that cocky Doctor jump under the patients couch and tremble like a puppy? Savannah glared and opened her mouth, her words made meaningless as the doctor jumped in with her own. âOf course you do. You have a superior IQ.â
âThen why did you ask?
Ignoring the question, the Doctor continued speaking, âYouâre a straight A student but yet you start fights that could lead to your expulsion.â She swung around as she spoke, moving her hand to her jaw and to her hips, carefully. Savananh scowled at the woman as she realized that every movement she made looked rehearsed. It was if she wasnât the doctor but trying to be an actor.
Well, we are in California.
âThey wonât expel me; itâs nearly June.â Savannah glared at the paused brunette who stood with her hands on her hips in front of the long couch with the same upholstery as the chair in which Savannah sat. âBesides, I donât start fights. I end them; which seems to be the only part of the fight that the system cares for.â
Dr. Juneâs brows pressed together, knitting almost perfectly into a uni-brow as she leaned forward, her hands still perfectly placed on her sides. âYou ended it by breaking her nose!â She said.
âShe had it coming,â Savannah wiggled in her spot and crossed her legs, firming the wrinkles quickly out of her cotton track pants with athletic writing down the legs before she glanced sharply up at the woman. âAnyways, why should I care if Janice has to go get her nose done a second time? Iâm sure the plastic surgeons are rejoicing.â
The young doctor sighed deeply and reached up, rubbing her forehead with her finger and said, âIt couldâve been dealt with differently.â Dr. June was a fresh faced psychologist. Savannah had been to psychologists close to retirement and their eyes were shrunken into their skulls, they hardly moved and it looked like they hadnât slept in years.
Still, no matter how many years of experience these psychologists had, they were all infuriating. Why donât you understand? Out of all the shrinks sheâd seen, Dr. June was by far the youngest and so it was only common sense that she might understand just what high school was like. However, glancing over her outfit again, she figured that Dr. Barbara wasnât the type of girl who got in trouble at school.
âThere wasnât another way to deal with it,â Savannah snapped. âJanice and her friends cornered me, pushed me. I defend myself and Iâm the one in trouble!â
âThey couldâve filed assault charges, Savannah!â The doctorâs voice rising to match Savannahâs tone. Frustration was rising in the small woman and she went back to rubbing her forehead. Savannah wondered if she actually given the woman a headache.
Savannah threw up her arms into the air. âHence the reason Iâm here.â
She barely got a glance and the Doctor went her desk, fishing things out of her massive dark wood desk. Savannah sat in the chair usually reserved for the Doctor but when sheâd been invited in the office space, Dr. June had foolishly told Savannah to make herself at home.
Savannah sat uncomfortable in the chair staring at the folder on the small table in front of her. She brushed her fingers through her smooth golden hair over her shoulder that lay over her faded blue-green pull string sweater. Sheâd never seen her own folder before. It was thick with collected archives of her short life.
It was uncomfortable in the room and Savannah didnât want to be there. It hadnât been her choice to go but the school boardâs. It hadnât been the first time sheâd been forced to see a shrink at the whim of the school but rather the second.
The first time she was in that position was after sheâd sacked some older guy in the ninth grade after heâd come onto her in the lunch line. It was either go to the psychologist or go to court and face assault charges. The school didnât really care about that though; they had other reasons to send her there.
Rumours had been flying around the school halls that Savannah was a raging psychopath and everything gets out of control from there. People had different stories. One of her personal favourites was the one that sheâd snapped and the girl that moved to Florida two weeks ago had been murdered and stashed under the floorboards in the gym.
They had a right to be nervous but not nearly as nervous as the kid who started the rumourâŠ
Dr. June sat down on the couch and sipped from a steaming mug, holding her poised pen above a pad of paper. Savannah knew the questions were about to pour out and many of them she wouldnât answer.
âSo, Savannah, tell me about July 1st 1998.â
Savannahâs heart crashed but her eyes remained firm on the doctor. What did she know about that date? It was a struggle to keep her teeth from grinding in her mouth as she answered, âIt was independence day ten years ago.â
âMore.â She answered without a hint of a smile, her pen scribbling down on the paper.
âMore? What more do you want from me?â Savannah snapped. Dr. Juneâs insensitivity to this sensitive subject made her want to stock over and kick her block head offâŠ
Savannah took a deep breath, calming herself down. Resorting to that type of violence wouldnât make anyone believe that she wasnât a psycho. âMore?â Savannah wet her dry lip. âWhat more do you want from me?"
Dr. Juneâs dark eyes stared unmoved across at Savannah, âYou know what I want you to tell me.â Savannah did. She knew very well what information would quell this doctorâs information sweet tooth but tell her she wouldnât.
So, she lifted her foot and with a quick push and heavy thud of wood on wood, the coffee table was pushed onto the floor and the contents of her folder had spilled from their folder and littered the floor in white: âOops.â
The woman jumped off the couch and started to collect the papers back into their folder. The color in her face had disappeared and there was a glossiness to her eyes that made Savannah want to turn away. If Savannah had to hazard a guess, sheâd never had a patient so unwilling before.
âSavannah, youâre only hurting yourself by continuing this,â--she grabbed a fistful off papers and held them up--âIf you want to leave, youâre going to have to cooperate with me.â
âThen what do you want?â The concept of leaving sounded very appealing to Savannah. She was missing math for this. Math wasnât her favourite class by any means but it was one of her best.
âI want you to talk to me.â She barked from her hands and knees on the ground. âI mean⊠I canât prescribe anything if I donât know whatâs wrong?â
Savannah shrunk back in her chair, and she felt like sheâd been shot in the chest. Savannah scoffed loudly, âIs that all youâre going to do? Interrogate me like a criminal and then give me pills to keep me in line with society?â
Dr. June paused and looked up, making it clear that she was on the brink of tears. The level of tension in Savannah rose. Tears were even more uncomfortable than the situation as a whole.
âNo,â She shook her head. âIâm trying to help.â
It made her more angry and she repulsively kicked a small pile of paper at her. âHelp who? I donât need help. You must be helping the school control their demonic straight A student.â Savannah paused and the brunetteâs jaw opened but Savannah wasnât finished yet. âItâs my last year--the next generation of mindless drones will be safe from my tyranny.â
The folder assembled and secured with a elastic, Dr. June brought it back to the couch with her. She took in a deep breath and tried again, âI know youâre hostile about this whole situation, Savannah but donât make me call in the officer to make you answer my questions.â She pulled her pad back onto her knee and clicked the pen. âJust a couple questions and I will let you leave.â
Savannah wasnât convinced and folded her arms across her chest, keeping quiet as the doctor ran through a list of questions. Why do you feel you get so violent? Does this have anything to do with July 1st ten years ago? The doctor got increasingly frustrated and Savannah watched the steam rise and her face get red.
It was like waiting for a kettle; all she had to do was wait for the screech.
âTell me about July 1st?â It was the third time she asked.
âI was eight.â
âElaborate.â
Maybe if Savannah just gave her a simple answer, she might get the hint. âIt was the day my memory began. You know that, Doc; youâve done your homework. I donât see the need to reiterate what you already know.â The spongy layer in the bottom of her flip-flops made a loud slapping noise when Savannah used her toes to flick the material against her heel. âJust give me pills and let me go back to my life.â
Exhaustion wafted through her tone and she dug her fingers into her brunette hair, a weak smile sliding across her face. âOh, so now you want the pills?â The doctor was done. One more comment and Savannah had a feeling the good doctor would start to hyperventilate and throw things.
So she tested it.
âIâd take horse tranquilizers if it meant I didnât have to talk with you anymore.â
Boom.
Dr. June stood up and silently, she walked to the door opened it and slipped out. It was kind of freaky actually. Savannah had the urge to follow and make sure she didnât âoffâ herself in the hallway.
Savannah took a deep breath and stood up, glad to be out of the chair. She heard Dr. June talking with Henry, the police officer that had escorted her here, in the hall quietly. Savannah paced around the coffee table, her eyes skimming the light brown folder.
She didnât even debate with herself as she slipped it under her
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