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journal entry seven

Journal Entry Seven

I witnessed something very interesting last night when I was supposed to be going for a night jog. I saw Allison, the conniving therapist being manhandled by her seemingly perfect boyfriend, Evan.

It was actually quite surprising, since they seemed so in love the first time I spotted them together in the cafe. What went wrong in their relationship to have him mistreat her like that?

Whatever. The bitch probably deserved it. (Crossed out)

Wow...that was rude of me to say, but Allison seems to bring out the worst in me. It's almost ironic really, that my own therapist is the one driving me insane.

-H.

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"So," Allison started, her pen poised over the notepad, ready to write. "What are your plans for the week? Did you become more social like I told you to?"

"I'm not a child, so do not address me as one," he spat, before rolling his eyes with indignation.

She sighed, and rubbed a hand over her face. "I'm not patronizing you, Harry. All I did was ask a question."

"Sure as hell sounded like you were," he grumbled, his level of annoyance at an all time high.

"Listen," she placed the blank notepad on the table, sat back and crossed her arms. "These sessions are not for us to go back and forth with calumnious remarks."

He raised an eyebrow. "Calumnious? I see you're putting that second degree in English Literature to work."

Her eyes widened, before narrowing. "I'm not even going to ask how you know that, but I'm being serious. If you want these sessions to help you—"

He cut her off. "Listen here, I never asked to waste my time twice a week."

Raising an eyebrow, a condescending smile crept its way onto her face. "Wasting what time? From what we discussed in the last sessions, I was under the impression that you have plenty of time to waste."

Harry narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He hated it when he wasn't right.

"Whatever," he grumbled, as he sank deeper into the couch. "Continue with your babbling."

"As I was saying," she continued, readjusting herself in her seat. "Did you have any plans for the week?"

He sighed. "I have a charity event for my father's company. I have to meet with the investors and shareholders."

"I thought you said you're not the head of the company," Allison wondered in curiosity.

Shrugging, he leaned forward and poured himself a cup of cool water from the pitcher. "I technically own half the corporation, but I was never one to know how to handle the business aspect of things, so I'm just the face, but I don't handle the company itself. But that should change soon."

She nodded in understanding. "How do you feel about the event? Do you fell nervous?"

He chuckled before taking a sip from his cup. "Babe, I don't feel anything."

Allison bit the inside of her cheek in response to his actions. "Clearly you just feel something if you suffer from neurosis and mild schizophrenia. No matter how much of a façade you try and put up, your diagnosis makes it hard for me to believe you."

Gritting his teeth, he tried not to look angry so she could be proven right. "You know what would probably make me feel something?"

Her pen moved swiftly across her notepad as she scribbled things down, and she didn't look up. "What?"

"Fucking you across that nice looking desk behind us," he told her calmly, while scanning his eyes over her elongated legs and grinning at her.

Allison's hand froze on the paper and she glanced up at him. "Excuse me?"

"Do you want me to repeat it?" He asked sarcastically. "I said, 'fucking you across that desk behind us.' But honestly love, is that mahogany? It looks sturdy enough for what I plan on doing to you-"

"That's enough, Harry," she spat, shifting in her seat while glaring at him. "Your comments are inappropriate and unnecessary."

"You're probably wet after hearing those words, aren't you?" he threw out nonchalantly before take a sip of water. "You dirty, dirty girl."

"Okay, I think that's enough for today," Allison said, clearing her throat. "We obviously aren't getting anywhere."

"Thank god," he muttered, before standing up.

Allison sighed and walked over to her desk to write him another appointment slip. "I don't get why you continue to come to these sessions if you say you don't want to. You are paying for it."

Harry shrugged. "If I don't show up, they'll notify my doctors and I'll be institutionalized and lose my right to my father's company. And I'm not giving that up."

She handed him the paper slip before turning around to shove the notepad into a random drawer.

He couldn't help but let his eyes trail down her body. She was wearing a pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places and it made her ass look even better than usual.

"Why are you still in here?" Allison's irritated voice jolted him out of his reverie. "I thought you wanted to leave so badly."

He glared at her before leaving her office faster than he could carry himself out.

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a/n: ok so next chapter will be the start of some more interesting stuff because writing fillers is like watching paint dry and I hate it

all the love, rachel.