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[Russell Wilson]

Winwood Rehab Center was their only chance. It was their last hope. When were they going to realize it? If the teenagers didn't seem to find help here, then they'd probably never be the same again - either that or take years and years to recooperate, and even if they did slightly recover from all their 'problems', they'd still be living under a mask and living a lie, trying to reassure everyone that they'll be fine. That and/or possibly scarred emotionally for life. It's such a shame what these parents did to these kids.

Yet even if they did manage to feel even the tiniest bit better about themselves, they'd still have memories of getting of getting psychically abused by their guardians, or relatives... or who ever happened to abuse them. Russell Wilson understood completely (or, so he thought). He also understood that they'd proably always dislike him, hence his phrase, 'I'm not here to be liked. I'm just here to help you with your problems.'

He loved that phrase. It was his own.

Another thing Russ Wilson understood was that no one would ever be truly happy - no matter what happens. His job was to try and get the teenagers to feel happier, to feel better. Not to make them purely happy. There was no way he'd be able to get them to forget all their 'traumas', and make them be Mr/Ms. Perky-Sunshine-Happyface (and even so, it'd get annoying after a while). That is unless he resorted to hypnotism or something like that. Russell would never do that, though. For in his eyes, that was a lot like mental abuse itself. No need to go there!

Russell sighed, looking out the one of the windows of the cabin, sun shining brightly upon his face; his very dark brown hair turned to a light one as he watched a slight breeze rolling in. He could see the trees swaying in the wind by his cabin in which he and his fellow counselors resided in They had all they had outside of Winwood: television, internet... phones. No matter what, Russ always allowed th campers to come visit him whenever they wanted. On one condition: you had to talk to him.

"Hmm." He muttered. "I wonder what they're doing now."

Of course, he could've been talking about anything. In this case, he happened to be talking about his own 'kids'. Normally, any other summer, one or two would surely come on the first day and keep wanting to come back to talk to him; these kids, were the toughest bunch he'd seen - most of them avoiding each other. However, he did see one or two of his 'kids' making friends. That was a good thing. They, also, however, were making 'enemies'; another good thing. Sure, world peace was not expected here.

...and it wouldn't be tolerated either - or atleast by Russ. He often enjoyed watching their conflicts; which, by the way, were usually over nothing. Of course, he also had to be the 'bigger' person and break it up.

Well, that's Russ at Winwood for you.

[Chloe Connelly]

Chloe walked over to the Counselor's cabin. She needed to talk to someone, anyone that was available. Which was unusual for Chloe because she didn't talk to anyone at all most of the time. She had just come from the nurses. She was still in shock. What Sue had said, no matter how true, in Chloe's mind, could not possibly be fact. There had to be some other reason for her nauseated symptoms that had occurred for the past week and a half. Something was up...but she couldn't be....no...not now.

She knocked on the door, hoping someone would answer. She needed to get some kind of perspective. Why had this happened to her? What should she do about it? The only girl that she had met and spoken to long enough to trust was Autumn, but even Autumn didn't like to talk, and Chloe really didn't know if she could trust Fall. She took a deep breath in. She could do this. She could....couldn't she?

[Russell Wilson]

Five summers. Had Russell really been there for that long? It seemed like just an hour or two. He really wanted to see what his previous campers were doing, but he had no way in getting in contact with any of them . Russell had enough confidence in them to decide that most of them were fine, and only a few of them were still slightly troubled, lying under a mask (or living under a rock). He smiled at the thought.

He was glad to be back at Winwood for sure, but sooner or later he'd have to retire; of course Wilson didn't want to, but he sort of had to. It was the whole ‘age’ thing that went on. If he continued to work with the teenagers for too long, he’d probably become a bitter old man and they’d fire him anyway. Sure, Russell sometimes lost his mind when it came to the campers, but he always had this whole ‘collected’ thing going on as well.

As soon as Russell heard the knock, he stood up, and slowly walked over to open it. He assumed it was just another counselor coming back from a session with a camper, but when he opened it, he saw Chloe Connelly standing there, looking troubled. She had never really talked to him, only on rare occasions. Russell accepted this, seeing as she was just shy. “Come in…” He muttered, nodding respectively to the young girl.

No other counselors were inside with him, and this was the perfect opportunity to talk to the young girl without the other’s over-hearing the conversation. For some reason, his patients always seemed to pick the best times to come over. Where they studying the cabin, knowing everything they did in there? Or was it just a coincidence? “What is it, Chl -” He interrupted himself, forgetting his manners.

“Oh, forgive me. Take a seat.” He titled his head over to the couch that sat in front of the TV, and turned it off. He didn’t like to be distracted or have others distract him when he was talking to a patient.

“Now, I’mma ask again, and maybe I won’t interrupt myself this time. What’s up, Chloe?”

[Chloe Connelly]

Chloe was really nervous around people. She didn't fear them, it was just hard to speak to them, especially adults, and even more so, male adults. Considering all the stuff she had been though, you could hardly blame her for it. She was scared of every male that ever came through her house. And yet, here she was about to talk to one of the male counselors.

She walked in behind him and looked around. The cabin looked pretty similar to Chloe's, nothing special about it. But she hadn't come to get the inside scoop on the counselor's cabins. She needed to talk to someone. She was about to answer him when he offered her a seat. She nodded, and sat. Her heart pounded like a hummingbird's because she was still in shock.

She knew what to say to answer his question, but it was going to be hard to say it. How did you tell someone something as tragic as this? A thirteen year old girl pregnant? That's just sick. But she had to tell someone. She had to know what to do.
"I...I'm pregnant, Mr. Wilson." Her voice trembled. These were the first words that she uttered since the horrible news, and it was a relief to finally tell someone.