The Alphas therapist

Life

The smell of coffee hits my nostrils and a large object lays a hard impact on the desk that I am currently sleeping on.

My eyes fly open at the impact and I jolt into an upright position, my breath erratic as I lay my eyes on the culprit of the terrifying noise that startled my nap.

Nick...

His hand lays splat on my desk and a cup of coffee sits beside his hand.

He stands before me hovering over my desk and I cringe. Nick would honestly be a lot more pleasant if he wasn't an annoying creep. His looks aren't bad at all. He has long tousled dirty blonde hair and a short stubble beard. He has blue eyes that are hidden behind his thick glasses and straight white teeth. He is a bit tall, I would say about 6'0 and he isn't very scrawny. It's obvious he works out.

He could have a lot going for him if it wasn't for his personality...

"Sleeping again princess?" Nick smirks at me.

I roll my eyes as I wipe off the little bit of drool that dripped down my chin with my hand and comb back my ratted hair. I was having a really good dream and this jerk off had to ruin it.

"What do you want Nick?"

"Nothing sweetheart I just saw you here late last night and you are sleeping this morning. So I brought you coffee, you really are over doing yourself with all this studying."

"Yeah well if I want to get into Maryland I need to be studying more."

"You just overwork yourself baby" nick says as he makes his way over to me where I sit behind a desk. He looks me up and down taking in my appearance as I wear the same thing from yesterday. He lifts an eyebrow noticing my outfit and I feel a flash of embarrassment.

He steps closer, too close and I quickly reach out my hand to make contact with his chest to gently push him back.

"Alright thanks for the coffee but I need to change, I fell asleep last night and didn't make it home."

" No problem baby" he smiles with lustful eyes as he makes his way to the door.

"Oh and nick?" I say quickly, making my way over to the door, my hands lacing around it.

"Yes darling?"

"Stop with the pet names, I'm your coworker, not your baby, darling, sweetheart. Okay?"

"Whatever you say sweet thing."

Ugh. I growl as I roll my eyes and shut the door between us.

He is so arrogant, annoying, and a major creep.

I just became a therapist and have a temporary job here in New York. I want nothing more than to get out of this city and to move to Maryland, where my new life will begin.

I have lived all over the place, from city to city, state to state, country to country. It's exhausting and I'm finally ready to settle down.

A few months back I was looking for jobs to fill my therapist position and the first one that popped up was Maryland. It's pays really well. But it does have a completely different lifestyle that I need to learn about. Also a few different classes that I need to take to be able to fill my position and get paid the highest.

So with that I pack up my stuff, down my coffee and already start feeling better.

I quickly grab the bag under my desk that contains my clothes and I change into my outfit for the day. Sometimes I end up staying the night at work to avoid going home.

I still live with my mom because she needs financial help. My dad isn't really in the picture anymore when he cheated on my mom, he is now with another family and I rarely ever see him. It doesn't really bother me much because he was a shitty dad to begin with, but it does still hurt not having that love and acceptance from my father.

My mom has cancer and only has a few more months to live. I have been taking care of her hospital bills and making sure she gets taken care of at home, since we have no one else except my stepfather who is a complete drunk, and a really nasty person in general. That's why I try to spend most of my nights at work because I don't wanna have to deal with him. But I still make sure to spend what time I can with my mom.

Once she passes away I had planned on moving to Maryland even if I don't get the job. I'm set on going there and I'm completely setting a new slate.

Every day feels the same for me, I take care of my mom, pay majority of the bills, work, study and wait as day by day time closes in on me. Day by day I dread my mother leaving me and day by day the thought numbs me.

It is about to be noon and I pull my hair into a pony tail, fix my slightly smudged makeup and grab the spare tooth brush and toothpaste tucked in my cabinet and make my way over to my sink.

I stare at my reflection as my long blonde hair makes waves down my back. Even up in a pony tail it lays midway down my back. Circles are formed through the light concealer under my light green eyes, that sometimes turn blue or grey depending on the weather or outfit choice. But right now with my black long sleeved button up they are it's light striking green. My lips are full and I have relatively high cheekbones, a small button nose and light freckles that scatter across my nose and cheeks. My skin is pale, probably too pale just like my mothers and I try to get vitamin D, but sadly I always burn no matter what.

Everyone in my pack is darker toned, but we haven't really associated with them much since my mom got really sick. Plus we always move so we rarely talk to most of them, we all reach out sometimes though. Many of them have also came by to check on me and my mom, always bringing her things and saying kind words. I know they have treasured her since she was a little girl. My mom has always been the sweetest and most giving person I have ever met. Always happy and smiling even though her life has been nothing but hell. I honestly don't know how she does it.

My office is relatively big, it has a few book shelf's, a couch, my desk and chair, mini fridge, cabinets for files and some for snacks and in the far corner a small bathroom where I spend most of my time getting ready.

No one knows I stay here and I'm glad for that, it's no one else's business. I'm the therapist, I dive into the business of others and people thankfully stay out of mine. I don't go out much and I have one friend, her name is Amelia.

I moved to New York 2 years ago and Amelia and I work together. We have become very close and I know it will hurt me to leave her. But I also know we will make time to see each other and always call.

I never really had time for friends before because of the constant moving. I had school friends but that was mainly it.

I moved around a lot because my mom was always getting new jobs, moving houses because she rented them, and mainly because of different doctors and different specialist. We were told so many things by each one, she would get better or she wouldn't, it could spread or wouldn't, chemo would help or wouldn't. She has malignant melanoma, a skin cancer that ended up spreading too quickly.

She has had cancer for 10 years, it wasn't bad at first and went away. last year it came back and now there isn't much time.

The clock hits 12:30 and I lay out a glass of water and a snack for my first client of the day.

Once everything is set and organized I grab my favorite pen and notebook and sit down on my chair next to the couch and wait silently.