The assembly had brought a bit of ease to Isabella, her leg pulled up to her chest as she listened. These people seemed like they knew what they were doing, and that brought her comfort, security, and stability. The three things she needed most. After the assembly she moved right into a session with her case worker. Samantha Geer. Right off the bat, Isa could tell that Ms. Geer was a kind woman, who took a lot of time for her cases.

"Good afternoon Isabella." Samantha stated, looking through the girl's files they had received. Everything had seemed to be in order, not too much trouble in her past. Isa untied the bandanna that was around her head and retied it to be a bit tighter against her scalp. [i]"Sorry."[/i] she stated, hurrying the process before placing her hands in her lap. "No need to be sorry my dear, you don't need to be tense with me, I'm here to help." Isa gave a weak smile as she adjusted in the chair. She brought her legs underneath her as she crossed them. Her elbows rested on her knees as she looked around the the woman's office. [i]"I like your decorations"[/i] Isa commented, quite fond of the painting in the back. Samatha turned in her chair to look at what her client was looking at. "I don't have much connection to the painting." she admitted, "But I do like it as well. Do you like art Isabella?" Isa grinned, "I love art. I loved studying art too! I had so many books at home about the history of art, and different techniques and-"[/i] the girl gleamed, rambling on. Samantha nodded taking notes as the two spoke.

Their conversations were light for the most part. Samantha dug a bit, and asked some string pulling questions and Isabella to the best of her abilities tried to answer them. Isabella didn't want to talk about the various homes she had, the various men her mother had left her with. Some were nice, some weren't so nice. 

Samuel

[i]"Samuel had been very nice to my mother and I. He had a very nice bungalow style house in the Midwest on a very large farmland. He had various animals, and lots of trees. I think it was his family's orchard, but I wasn't quite sure."[/i] Isabella started, given a piece of paper by request to draw out the layout, she continued, [i]"This was my room, in the basement here. It was pretty awesome to have my own place for once. Almost like living in my own apartment."[/i] she exclaimed, drawing the surroundings of the location. [i]"My mom was working at the hospital in town a few hours away. I'm not sure how the two met. Could have been online. I suppose."[/i] she continued doodling. [i]"We didn't last there very long though."[/i] her drawing became heavier, darker as she drew what appeared to be a man's figure. [i]"Mom had taken a double shift at the hospital that night, so it was just Sam and I alone in the house. It was my second week at a new school and I had been plagued with lots of homework. Sam made me dinner when it came time for it, we sat at the kitchen table and ate in silence as he stared at me. His eyes were piercing right through me. 

The broken dishes, the chair, and my clothes were in a pile next to me.

I was sure if I had screamed, he would have killed me right there between his palms. No one close enough in miles to hear me. When it was over I ran to my room and locked the door and cried until I threw up. Mom and I left that night. She didn't believe me at first, but the marks across my body said otherwise. We traveled to Texas after that, where she met Oliver. He didn't touch me as much."[/i] Isabella cried, her last words almost incomprehensible, her head dipping into her palms, sobbing. The paper had deep dark lines of hate etched into them across the face of the man she drew.

Their session wrapped up as Samantha and Isabella headed their different ways. They would be meeting again soon, and Isabella said she thought the session did her some good. They talked about group sessions later on and Isabella agreed, she would probably attend those as well. It was helpful, and she thanked Samantha multiple times.

For now, she needed to get away from everyone and everything and do something creative. Heading to her room she grabbed the red nail polish from her desk drawer and headed towards outside, where she could paint her nails in some peace and quiet before having to go into the group sessions. She did not each lunch, and had no plans on eating dinner that day.