Each one is like a stair, isn't it? Each one you count, each one you go past can take you down. Relaxing. No reason not to relax. Not to rest. Not to ...et your mind rest and still the voices in your head." Her head was heavy against the window now. I had to get her in the right state before I started Dr. Street's dissociation techniques.I kept talking, low and soft, for another twenty minutes, relaxing her, letting her mind clear. The books said that her willing choice was key for this next. Mum’s half-smile was gone and there was now a more pleasant look on her face.“I expect Rebecca will be back at school tomorrow. Before we leave, could I please get a message to Elizabeth Davidson?”“Elizabeth Davidson?” Miss Webster frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand.”“Elizabeth’s father is out of town. She’s staying with us for a couple of days. With Bec leaving early, I wanted to make sure she knew that we would still be expecting her this afternoon.”“I’ll tell her, Mum,” put in Tara. ”I nodded. It was all I could do. I didn’t trust myself to speak.The cemetery was on the edge of town, opposite The Rec. Clarissa parked by the squat building that served as a chapel and administration building, got out and extracted the flowers from the back seat as carefully as she’d put them in.“Where are they?” she asked.Like I said, it had been a while since I’d been to the cemetery—two years in fact. I’d been to visit them on the first anniversary of their death, but I’d broken down so. I got out the door and I felt rage as I heard him walk out after me. I turned around to yell at him and he pushed me up against the stairwell and kissed me. Hot, hard, and animalistic. He pulled away and both he and I were breathless. My eyes grew wide as he started to undo my jeans. "No" I told him, and I pushed him away harder than I should have. I got about 2 steps from him and he grabbed my jacket and pulled me back to him. I was struggling to button my jeans as he shoved my hand away and.