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Encountering her dad issues

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VIGNETTE opens on an close up of Sheila's face, as she staggers down the road. The nineteen-yr-senior doll looks shocked. Her face is sweat-soaked. Her clothes are moist and liberate, draping off her puny framework, and she is clutching a bundle rigidly against her torso. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, cautiously places the bundle inbetween some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM'S EYE angle showcases her perving down at it. She leisurely embarks to sob. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and ambles off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a stud steps out and catches her. Astonished, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off sans telling a word, wiping the framework and leaving the boy to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He ambles around the back to take sight and, after a moment, lets out a bellow. Close up of Sheila sitting stone-encountered. She is cuffed to a tabouret while a police officer stands noiselessly behind her. A well-clothed dude comes in the guest room and approaches her. Putting his forearm on her shoulder, he tells the officer to liquidate the handcuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the boy leisurely liquidates his seize and sits down on a tabouret opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the guy asks if she knows who he is. She has no answer. The guy presents himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she resumes to be calm, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to lurk her response, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his tabouret a lil' closer. He tells her that she has been charged with tried homicide and, since she is nineteen-years-elderly, she is going to be attempted as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is attempting to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this sesh. The psychiatrist's role will be to explore her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the college-aged evidence that her attorney is expecting for -- proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the activity. He asks if she knows the difference inbetween deliberate and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first-ever time, she says blankly 'Yes, I know the difference highly well.' Feeling her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his tabouret and grins. 'Involuntary is an unintential activity committed by someone who has no spite or wrath and no intention to cause damage.' He speaks condescendingly. 'It is highly difficult to prove, notably in this kind of case, as I'm sure you know. But that's why we're here today ... so, why don't we commence by you saying me what happened.' Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell slurps his lips. 'How exactly did you get prego?' He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. 'Was it one of the men from your college?' He asks, glancing at his notes. 'Oh wait ... you don't go to college. You haven't gone to college since ....' Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she's homeschooled. Ambling around her, Dr. Powell asks her to complex -- what was it like to be instructed by your parents instead of a normal instructor? Did it make you perceive secluded to be away from other kids? Sheila gawps down at her soles and tells him she wasn't instructed by her parents. She was trained by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops ambling. He tongues his lips again, attempting to contain the sneer forming on his face. 'Was your parent a stringent lecturer?' He asks. Sheila looks up at him. 'My poppa is everything.' She replies and commences to sob.
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