*Explicit song attached for after the chapter. Please caution young readers!
I expected a long black chair and dark walls and a scary old guy.
But no, there's two fluffy chairs and a sofa and a coffee table and water.
It's supposed to look comfortable but it still makes me uncomfortable. Now I see how awkward this might be for a newcomer.
Zach sits in one of the single chairs, like its routine, so I tentatively sit in the other one, wringing my hands together.
Dr. Weatherly looks to be a 35 year old man, with caramel hair and brown glasses. I expected a stuffy old man. He seems nice and smart, hopefully he's all he's cracked up to be.
"Hello, Dr. Weatherly." He says to me, shaking my hand.
"Em-"
"Emma Rembrandt, of course, Zach talks a lot about you."
Yeah, don't know if it's what you want to hear from your boyfriends therapist.
I try to smile and just nod. Weatherly seems so enthusiastic and uplifting. He skips over to his chair opposite of us and sets his notebook on his knee, ready for business.
"So, what brings you here today?" I glance at Zach, his lips are pursed. I try to focus on Dr. Weatherly's diplomas, trying to figure out where to start. I'm afraid of what to say since Zach is right next to me, I don't want to be offending of anything.
And it kind of seems like a stupid question. I'm here to talk to you Dr. Weatherly!
Screw it, were here for an hour. This doctor shouldn't be playing mind games anyway.
"Well, you talk to him, you know why we're here." I snap to Weatherly. What? I'm a little out of my element, and I don't usually warm up to people very fast, that's Zach's job. He nods and writes something down.
Gah, this Is weird.
"Yes, but there must be a reason why you felt the need to join us." Wow, now I feel like I shouldn't be here.
"Yeah, because I'm trying to understand him, but we don't talk anymore and when we do, it's more like a shouting fest-"
"No it's not" Zach cuts in for the first time, he crosses his arms. I roll my eyes, thoroughly irritated.
Dr. Weatherly squints at us, then sits up straighter.
"Why do you think he doesn't want to talk about it?" I wrong my hands together again, eying my silver charm bracelet. We've been here for a minute and I want to give up. What am I supposed to say?
"He's scared of hurting me or our relationship, whatever it is now, no matter how many times I tell him otherwise." I choke out. I decide not to look at Zach and I read focus on Dr. Weatherly's watch.
"Is that true Zach?" Out of the corner of my eye I see him nod.
"Isn't it better for you to talk to your long term girlfriend about any problems Zach?" Weatherly says to him.
"No, that's what I pay you for." I smirk.
"I've said it countless times Zach. I feel like we're drifting apart." I say quietly.
"No were not, were ok. We made up last night-"
"No, you finally told me why you are acting so different."
"I'm not acting, I am different now." He says hoarsely. I think a piece of me just died.
"You're not. you are acting. The old Zach wouldn't have gotten drunk at a very important company banquet. The old Zach wouldn't have called a break when things got out of hand. He would have lent his shoulder for me, stuck with me no matter what.He would have been kind a-and sincere. He would have talked to me, not spit things at me in one night."
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Romance*Second book to the Struggles Series. Please read The Struggles of Being a Teenage Wife first* Emma Rembrandt has been through a lot in her past teen years. She didn't know that the death of her father, and years later his best friend's death, wou...
