You Are Not Alone

Therapy Session

I wake up at 7 am by Michael's alarm. I look at us and see us naked.

"What the hell?!", I shout.

"You don't remember what happened last night?", he asks smirking.

"I need to wear something.", I say.

"You can take my robe and go to your room.", he says.

"Yeah, thanks.", I say.

I cover my private parts and wear his robe. I run out of the room and go to my room. I do morning hygiene and take a quick shower. I wear a red sweater, light denim shorts and red ankle boots. I apply some light makeup and spray some perfume. Instead of going to school, I run to my house.

Michael, I'm so sorry. I think everything went so fast.

I text.

He sees it but he doesn't reply. I run to my bedroom and lock the door. I sit on my bed and start crying so hard. I cover myself and sleep. I wake up seven hours later. My bedroom window is open. I see all my things back organized in the room. I return to bed again and see a note on my nightstand.

Very very dear Joy,
I hope you're doing well.
I am so sorry for what I did yesterday.
I just wished you loved me the same way I love you.
I put all your things back where I got them.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am and how much I love you.
Please don't miss any classes.
Love
Truly yours..
Michael

I break down crying so hard. I get a piece of paper and start writing what I feel in rhymes.

Please come to my place!!!

I text Jennifer and Patricia. Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. I open it. I see them.

"Oh my god. You're here!", I say. "I just texted you a minute ago."

"Yeah, some dude came to our colleges and told us to come.", Patricia says.

"What? Who?", I ask.

"He's caramel, he has curly black hair, he's skinny. He's super hot.", Jennifer says and giggles.

"That's definitely Michael.", I say.

"How did he know where college is?", Patricia asks.

"I always talk to him. So he probably knows everything.", I say. "Well, what does he want?"

We run to my bedroom.

"He said that you need us.", Patricia says.

"I do.", I say and hug them crying.

"What happened?", they ask.

"Well, I'll kick your asses if you tell anybody.", I say and giggle.

"Don't worry, the whole college will know.", Jennifer jokes.

"Well, Michael is my teacher. We became very good friends after he was also my therapist. He told me we can live together in Neverland. Without anything romantic or sexual. We lived together and yesterday we had sex. I was out of my mind for sure. Today I ran away and didn't go to college. He left me this letter.", I say and give them the letter.

"Oh my god, that's so sweet.", Jennifer says.

"Yeah, I know but he's seven years older than me.", I say.

"Age is only a number.", Patricia says.

"He'll get over it for sure.", I say.

"Well, do whatever you wanna do.", Patricia says.

"Well, how you doing at college?", I ask.

"I have a boyfriend.", Jennifer says.

"What? Who? When? Where?", I ask quickly.

"What?: A boy. Who?: Nicholas. When? A week ago. Where?: At college, silly.", she says. "Happy?"

"Yeah, thanks.", I say and giggle.

"Is he hot?", Patricia asks.

Jennifer gets her phone out of her pocket and shows us a picture of him.

"Joy! I know you'll simp.", she says.

"Hell! He's hot!", I say before I hear her.

We all laugh.

"What about you Patsy?", I ask.

"Nah, I like being single.", she says and smirks.

"Girl, what are you gonna do with Michael?", Jennifer asks.

"He'll get over it soon.", I say and roll my eyes.

"Do you love him?", Jennifer asks.

"Jenny.", I sigh.

"Do you love him?!". Patricia asks.

"Yes.", I say.

"Then why are you so mad at him?!", she asks.

"Maybe it's just I don't like sex because you know the dude who tried to rape me.", I say.

"Yeah, you should just forget it, Pineapple!", Jennifer says.

"I can't.", I say. "Let's do something fun."

"Yeah, we'll record your rap song. Remember when you told us you quit modeling and you'll be a rapper. Let's go to your recording studio.", Patricia says.

"Yeah, and then we'll release it on YouTube.", I say.

"Like Justin Bieber.", Jennifer says and looks with loving eyes.

"You perv!", I say and laugh.

"So you said you already wrote a song.", Patricia says.

"Yeah, it's called 'Therapy Session'", I say.

"Is it about Michael?", she asks.

"Yeah.", I say.

"When did you write this?", Jennifer asks.

"Just before I texted you.", I say.

We go to the studio and I rap it. Of course it takes so long to do it. I'm producing it of course. Well, with my parents' money. We put it on YouTube.

"Hell, you posted it five minutes ago and it got 14 views.", Patricia says.

"Never mind.", I say.

We keep talking about college and stuff till they leave. I wear my black pajamas and do night hygiene. I go to my bed and cover myself crying myself to sleep.