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CHAPTER 19
MAYA
The visit to the therapist was awful.
Tracy Turner, the shrink was a good looking woman with strawberry blonde hair falling in waves over her shoulder. The dress she wore showed off her curves. She was the epitome of what I would never become: polished, sexy, feminine.
As she flirted with Zeke right in front of me like I was invisible, I felt small, unimportant, disposable. It was how I alway
s felt, but feeling these things in Zeke’s world, it was so much more of an insult.
When Zeke left us alone, she eyed me with polite judgment in her eyes. I didn’t know you could judge someone politely, but with the look Tracy Turner gave me, I knew how it was. She didn’t look at me like I was a rat from the sewer, she was looking at me like I was a lab rat. That was like an upgraded status, but it felt even worse with the knowledge I was going to be prodded and played like a puppet with the rights her diplomas gave her.
Grabbing her silver pen, she rested her elbows on her desk and smiled at me.
“Hi, Maya. So, what brings you here?” she asked after a few minutes of silence. When I didn’t answer, her smile faltered, but she recovered quickly. “Mr. Wyatt told me you’d been suffering some insomnia and nightmares,” she added like this would trick me to talk.
I gritted my teeth at the knowledge that Zeke had told this woman something about me, something private.
I snorted. “So, I’m here because of my sleep problems?”
She frowned at my tone. “Is there anything else you’d like to share with me?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back in the chair. “I’ll be honest with you, Miss Turner,” I started. She smiled, probably thinking I’m finally going to give her something to work on, a ticket to my mind. She nodded her head for me to continue.
“With all due respect, I have no intention of talking to you, Miss Turner. I’m not here because I want to be. So, how about you mind your business while I sit here in silence?”
Her eyes widened when I sent her a fake smile. Clearing her throat, she started to talk with a convincing voice, “I want to help you, Maya.”
“You can’t help me. I’m sure you’re a good therapist, and I don’t want to disrespect you or all those diplomas on the wall behind you, but this isn’t something you can fix.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. She repeated the motion twice before saying, “Do you need anything?”
“A piece of paper and a pencil would be good,” I said, feeling kind of sorry for her.
She nodded and like she was glad that I gave her a chance to be beneficial, she quickly gave me paper and pen.
The next hour passed in total silence as I sketched, and she fidgeted in her seat. I didn’t understand the people who got uncomfortable in silence.
She cleared her throat after a while, letting me know this strange session had ended. I was sure she was more relieved than I was.
“Sorry about that,” I murmured before leaving her office.
Zeke was waiting for me outside. When he saw me, he stood up and walked toward me. “You wait for me. I’ll be right back,” he said, entering the shrink’s office.
I sat and waited for him to learn how ridiculously we spent the last hour.
When he came back, he looked angry, but there was also defeat in the way he held his shoulders. He stopped right in front of me, without saying a word. I lifted my head to meet his gaze. His gaze was like a tornado, I saw so many emotions in there: anger, desperation, defeat, concern, determination, longing.
We looked each other, no one said a thing, but our silence screamed everything we’d been holding off for days. Finally, he broke the eye-contact, but the last thing I’d seen was a determination in his dark depths, a determination that suppressed all other emotions.
On the way home Zeke’s phone rang. I caught the name on the screen, Nikki.
“Yes?” he answered the phone.
After a side glance my way, he nodded. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
I didn’t question who she was, and he didn’t give me any explanation. Why would he anyway? Who was I to him?
