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“Kael, you said you’d be honest with me.” She’s playing it off super casual, but I can sense the desperation in her tone. “It might not feel like it right now, but I’m on your side. I only want what’s best for you.”
Dry laughter bubbles up in my throat, making me splutter. A part of me wants to believe her, but the other part of me knows she’s just doing her job. No one has ever really given a shit about me. Not really. Except my mom, of course. But she’s been dead for over ten years now, and I can’t think about that too much, or I’ll end up trashing the entire room. And where would that leave me?
Fucking nowhere. That’s where.
Sienna
Kael doesn’t look all that convinced that I’m actually being genuine with him, and I have to admit, the thought that I’ve failed him in that way burns a gaping hole in my armor.
I can be tough, sure, but I’m not a monster.
I really do want what’s best for him. That’s all I want for any of my patients. He’s here because he’s losing a battle with himself, and it’s a fight that only he can finish fighting. But Kael Jenkins is cracked, splintered, and I don’t know how much fight he’s got left inside him. He’s damaged in ways few people really understand, and it’s my job to heal those cracks so he’s not so broken anymore.
It doesn’t always work out that way, though.
Sometimes the broken pieces are the most beautiful pieces of all, and the cracks only make a man stronger. The cracks are like scar tissue. They’re a reminder of a time when you were once torn apart and bleeding, a reminder of how you never want to go back to being that person or go back to that time in your life ever again.
Kael watches me closely as I push my notes aside, and his eyes brighten noticeably in the muted sunlight that’s streaming through the wide expanse of windows on the opposite side of the room.
It’s a typical April afternoon in New York City. Not exactly warm yet, but at least it’s not the bitter cold of the past few months. The trees are covered with green buds and soft branches, and the streets are gradually starting to come back to life with the hint of spring in the air.
“Forget the notes, forget your file. Let’s just talk.”
“I can ask you questions too?”
“You don’t need to know about my problems.”
“Therapists have problems too?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t even get me started.” The faint smile on Kael’s face disappears, and now he’s studying me closely again. I don’t like how it feels when he looks at me like that. Or maybe I like it too much, and that’s the part that worries me the most. “Okay fine, you can ask me a couple of questions. But… within reason. Deal?”
He gestures with a wide sweep of his hand and that goddamn smile of his appears again, and for the first time in a really long time, I think, Jonathan who?
“Ladies first.”
A part of me is shocked that I actually wore him down. And so easily too. Kudos to me. “Were you born in New York?”
He nods. “Mount Sinai.”
“What age did you start drinking?”
“I dunno, about twelve, maybe?”
Good. That’s good. He’s talking to me, opening up to me. I’m definitely intrigued, and good behavior should be rewarded. Right?
“Okay, your turn.”
“Do you fuck with the lights on or off?”
Oh, help me Rhonda.His words punch me with so much shock that I drop the pen clean from my fingertips, it rolls under the couch, and I lose sight of it. I immediately stand up and point straight at the door.
“Get the hell out. Now!”
Sienna
Day 10
How is this happening. Again?
