I put the phone down. The information was enough to keep me satisfied for a while.
Throughout the night, Izzy was tucked safely under my arm. Everyone left at their own pace, and by ten, everyone was gone.
“Did you have fun?” Graham asked.
“Definitely. Thank you very much.” I said, smiling.
“About the knife incident, Kersey, what got into you?” he asked, sitting on the couch. I didn’t say anything, only pet Izzy’s brown ears.
“Talk to me.” He pleaded. “I just want to help.”
“I don’t know! There’s just so much going on with Olivia’s mom. I’m scared, confused, I just don’t know anymore.” I said, sitting next to him. I rested my head on his arm.
“Well cutting solves nothing. After all my years of doing it, I finally realized it wasn’t worth it.” He said, rubbing my shoulder.
“Maybe I need it Graham. It was my security blanket all those years back at home.”
“Need it? You still want to cut?” he asked, obviously shocked.
“It’s possible.” I said.
“You can’t. I won’t let you.” He said, getting up. He stood over me; I had fallen back onto the couch once he had gotten up. Izzy was prancing around on my chest.
“Graham, you don’t understand.” I replied getting up. Izzy jumped off the couch and followed me into the bedroom. No one understood. But that’s where Izzy came in.