The Silence Of The Broken

Chapter •twenty-five•

Three days after the rendezvous
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- Maeve -

Not as if I meant to not listen but I found my ears only caught his last sentence

"Has there been any recent development since our last session? Maybe something that bothered you or even excited you" As always Dr Reid was Clad in a sweatshirt and some kill- for Comfortable dark jeans, he never dressed casual and I never asked why, until now.

"Why do you never wear a tie and a sleeve? Like the rest of the other shrinks?" At first something resembling surprise hit his eyes and travelled to his brows, arching them before it vanished like a sprinkle of salt on water and was replaced by amusement.

He uncrossed his legs, spreading them apart and closing his notepad with a thud, all the while staring at me with laughter visibly dancing on his lips and when he opened his mouth to speak, the words came out in a mischievous, boyish tone than the one I was familiar with and that made me to almost grin. I said almost.

"It makes me really comfortable, the look of fresh surprise and even disdain I get from the others Everytime they see that I didn't wake up changed and more like them. There's nothing like been yourself, Maeve. It's actually less taxing and more fun, don't take my word for it" I looked down at my hands, I had to dwell on that in my mind as I recalled the events of three days ago, my mind must have entered a speed boat because Dr Reid noticed I had zoned out and immediately called my attention.

"Maeve, is something wrong? - Before I could decide to think whether to let him in or keep him totally in the dark as I did with my mum, my mouth proved faster than my mind.

"Three things happened actually and they are all bothersome"

"Wanna elaborate, starting from the most comfortable" I could feel the smile behind his kind soothing words and I looked up and confirmed I was right but then I dropped my gaze.

"You see, that is the problem, I'm not comfortable with any but I need this off my chest, right here and now" I was speaking more to my anxiety than I was at him, I glanced up once more and he nodded approvingly, neither crossing his feet nor opening his notepad. Just simply lending me his ears and that act nearly made me emotional. I said nearly.

"You know David, right?" - The look in his eyes confirmed that he knew who I was going to talk about - "David asked me to come to his party... - " I understand that might cause a bit of panic for you -" He also asked me to prom" I know I cut him off, well not exactly but there, I said it.

" Oh " That was his response, I was wriggling my fingers, something I rarely do and a good reason too because the speed at which I performed tricks of the eyes with the movement of my hands, my heart did the same thing in my chest. Painfully so, I might add.

He just kept a calm demeanor and did something I never expected but damn if I expected any of the events this week had to offer,he stretched forth his palms and laid them on mine and immediately my movements ceased. I was on the verge of a terrible panic attack, I could feel my hairline matting with sweat that only made me want to scratch and fulfil the urge that perhaps I'd be just fine.

"You're going to be ok. You don't have to go to the party or accept his proposal. Hell and forgive my language , you owe him no explanations as to why you shouldn't or should go. Whatever brings you peace and less anxiety about your decision on this matter would be respectable and just. You're going to be ok,you've come this far" He finished with a sigh, I felt warmth spread thoroughly across my chest, I mean I've gone out once since... But it was just that one time but this somehow felt different and out of reason.