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As we sat there in the deserted parking lot, under the watchful gaze of the moon and stars, the weight of my thoughts began to lift. The idea of therapy was no longer something I’d dismissed outright. For her, for us, I was willing to consider it, to take that step, hand in hand.
Doctor Michelle Green. I haven’t seen her since she was treating Mara, and I must say she worked wonders in helping my sister through her trauma. But here I was today, in the place of Mara, sitting in her office. Oh how times change.
Our couples session wasn’t too long. I was pretty good at control, so I wasn’t lacking in that area and she just wanted our relationship to be by the books. I just mainly needed help with my night terrors and my anger. Everything else was already contained, and I knew cause and effect as it related to those areas.
“You seemed very opposed to therapy when I treated your sister,” she pointed out, and she’s right. I’m not big on the psychiatric community.
I chuckled. “I am, but my girl wants me to do it because it will make her happy.” She said it would make her happy if I did it, and so I did.
“She’s your Achilles’ heel. I see it as clear as day.” And I nodded in agreement because she was right. My biggest vulnerability was Azzaria. “Keep her safe from your enemies. I know the games you play and how dirty your tricks are.”
I chuckled and sipped some of my sparkling water. “That’s what I like about you; you’re very much in the know,” I commended, “and you’re not afraid of a little blood either.”
“My husband is who he is. I got used to it. You’ve stopped playing rolling heads now?” Ah, Daniel Green.
“I still roll heads, but only when they deserve it.”
“Good. I’ll tell Daniel I saw you; he’ll be delighted,” she stated. Daniel is a good friend of mine. But we’re friends of convenience. We help each other out with favors and that kind of business. A very dangerous man, but he’s so soft and good-looking in appearance that you’d never ever know.
“Appreciated. What would you prescribe for night terrors?”
“Explain the terrors to me, and then we’ll work our way up from there.”
“I have episodes where I violently scream, fight, or cry in my sleep. There was a very bad one when Azzaria and I were in bed. It doesn’t happen as often as it did back then, but whenever my nervous system is overloaded, it tends to happen,” I explained. My first encounter with a night terror was on the night of my first kill, which was Mara’s rapist. He deserved what he got, and I had no regrets, but my emotions overwhelmed me. After facing so much emotion, trauma, and pain, these nightmares haunted me daily.
“I’ll prescribe some Klonopin for you. Take it twice a day, once as you wake up, once before you go to bed. It increases stamina, so you’ll find yourself being more sexual than normal as well as having to eat whenever you take it.” She wrote the prescription and passed it on to me. I’ll get it at the pharmacy before we leave the plaza.
“Thank you, will those take them away?”
“No,” she remarked, “nothing truly stops night terrors. It helps you to control yourself so others or yourself aren’t hurt in the process,” she explained.
“Thank you, Michelle.” I got up from my seat, grabbing my belongings and Azzaria’s hair tie. “I look forward to seeing you again.”
“You too.” Then I left to go outside.
To my dismay, I walked to the vehicle and saw Lucio sitting down playing games on his phone. “Where’s she?”
“Supermarket, she’ll be back soon.”
“Thanks, Lucio. After you take us back, the rest of the day is yours, and send my love to Marina.” Marina’s his wife. They’ve been married since they were nineteen, and now he’s thirty-five. If anyone knows anything about love, it’s definitely Lucio Romano.
“You’re so grumpy,” Azzaria said as I was watching her ice the cupcakes. “Smile more.”
I’m not grumpy; she’s purposely icing the cupcakes slowly, and that pisses me off.
“Whatever,” I said and went back to chopping the vegetables.
She decided to make us chocolate chip cupcakes with hazelnut icing. She said it reminds her of my eyes and trust me, I fall in love with her more and more every day.
“That smells great, babe.” She had a very bright smile on her face and leaned in to kiss me. “Can’t wait to eat,” she squealed. She’s the biggest foodie and rightfully so, I loved seeing my girl happy.
I grabbed one of her cupcakes and took a bite of it. “Dillon!” She shouted and smacked my arm, “I said to wait till dinner was done.”
“I can’t wait,” I said, my mouth full of chocolate cupcakes, “come taste them.” She rolled her eyes and became closer. I put a bit of cupcake in her mouth, and she laughed. Her baking was really good, to the point I thought she could open a bakery but she told me no and then told me if I bought her one she’d cut my dick off.
I went to dinner and I heard her phone camera going crazy. I’m pretty sure she has a folder on her phone with “Dillon” on it, but I don’t mind; there’s one on mine, and it has about four thousand pictures. I may have a slight obsession, but it’s not hurting anyone.
“You know how many people get paid to take my photos, Ms. Willis?”
