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She’s wearing so many layers of clothing today and my fingers itch to tear them off of her and fuck her on every piece of furniture in this room. Her mouth curves in a smile as she greets me and I reach my hand out. She clasps it but she’s wearing mittens and I grind my jaw. Couldn’t she at least have taken them off, allowed me to feel her skin or is this her way of already trying to pull away from me?
I clasp her hand harder until she raises her brows in surprise and then I let go. Her cheeks look healthy and dewy and I can’t look away because I’m not feeling like myself today. The energy between us is hotter than ever and brimming with tension. She throws me a slow glance before beginning to take off her outerwear. As she unveils the scarf, I draw a sigh of relief at the sight of her characteristic low cut sweaters.
A soft blush spreads across her face and I gesture for her to lie down.
“Is that really necessary?” she asks. “I have nothing else to confess.”
Grinding my jaw, I add, “It’s not about confessing. This isn’t a courtroom, it’s a safe space. Please...”
Sighing she agrees to my request and lies down and I move to sit behind her. Her breaths are perfectly even, her chest smoothly rising and falling and she seems strangely cheerful today. That happy to be rid of me for good?
My fingers clutch harder around my pen.We’ll see about that...
“So?” she murmurs and my gaze transfixes on her mouth. “Last session, huh? Feels kinda melancholic.”
My eyes narrow. “Forgive me if I’m misreading your cues but you don’t seem that melancholic.”
She lets out a titter that grates on my nerve which is rare. Usually I live for her laughter but today is different and I think I would have preferred it had she been bawling her eyes out.
“Oh, I am. I’ll miss coming in here and talking to you, spending time with you...”
Shifting in my seat I say, “It’s not carved in stone. No human is a finished project and many patients find themselves coming back here sooner than expected.”
“Not me.” Her mouth thins. “I’m done. Honestly Maker, don’t doubt yourself. You’ve done a great job with me and...”
“Night terrors have a tendency to work in loops.”
Her body tenses and I feel it like the cut of a knife. I shouldn’t do this but I can’t help it. I’ll do anything to keep her, even if it means retriggering her. She turns her head to the side and her lower lip pouts.
“What?”
I swallow. “Nightmares are the psyches way to resolve issues of your day to day life. If something drastic happens small or big, the nightmares could return.”
She pales before quickly shaking her head and her color returns. “It doesn’t matter because you know why? I know how to handle them now, thanks to you. It won’t matter how bad it gets, I’ll just replay everything you told me in my head and I’ll be able to fight them off.”
I stare at her.
Fuck.
This is good. This is bad. This is excellent. This is a disaster.
“In fact there’s something I need you to know and I think you’ll be very proud of me.” She jerks her chin and her eyes shimmer. “I’m going to quit my job today.”
Putting her file away, I lean forward. “Are you?”
Madlen nods. “I don’t want to work at the hotel anymore or keep on slaving for that hideous woman.” That shimmer in her eyes increases. “I’ve realized I’m worth more.” Her voice lowers. “You made me realize that.”
My fist clenches. “Quitting a job can be trying. I get many patients coming in here while looking for another one, needing help with some guidance...”
“Not me,” she says, looking like she could take on the world. “I feel like I can manage everything, do whatever I want. I feel like a completely new person.”
One that doesn’t need me, obviously.Need me, need me, need me...
But her face tells another story. One where she is all good. One where she is better off without me.
“Am I that disposable to you?” I grind between my teeth and her eyes flare.
“Excuse me?”
