My Therapist's Son,

My Therapist's Son, [4]

***

After exactly an hour, the door to the office opened, and I turned in my seat to smile at Ryan.

"Ready?"

"I don't know how you did it," His dad laughed, "but, she really actually trusts you."

"So I did something right?"

"I wouldn't go that far with it. Have fun, you too. I'll call your mom, Mia."

"Thank you, Dr. Montgomery!"

"Anytime," He smiled, and I grabbed my bag before standing up.

***

"I'm glad we're doing this," Ryan smiled at me, holding my hand as we walked down the beach.

I had my flip flops in one hand, and in my other, Ryan's hand fit into mine perfectly. The bottom of my bare feet enjoyed the way the sand felt as it seeped between my toes. On occasion, the waves would engulf my feet, but gravity would clear the water back into the ocean.

The sun was bright blue, but the sun was lower in the sky because of the time. It was late in the afternoon, and I was so excited to be spending the night at Ryan's. I needed to feel safe for once, instead of being half-asleep, terrified that Tim would sneak back in my room again. I hadn't had a good night sleep in years because of that fear.

"I am too," I smiled back up at him as I followed him down the beach.

"We're almost to my house,"

I noticed a small beach house in the distance. It was near the water, and I was excited for a night away from home. I noticed something flickering in the distance, and as we approached it, I saw a candle light picnic set up on the sand, just out of reach from the waves.

Ryan pointed at it and smiled, and I let out a small gasp, "If someone ever did that for me, I think I'd die."

"Don't die," Ryan allowed a smirk to cross his lips.

He sat down in the sand, and he rested against his forearms as he leaned forward.

"You didn't," I laughed, but I felt the tears of joy forming in my eyes.

"What? Don't cry. Did I mess something up? Please, Mia, don't cry. We've gone over this! I can't handle when girls cry!"

"You're so selfish," I managed to laugh.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Jerk. I'll cry whenever I want, and you'll learn to handle it."

"Woah, someone's pissy."

"Shut up. I'd hug you, but, I can't--"

"It's okay, you don't have to hug me."

"Thank you so much. This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Wait until we get to the rest of the night."

"I'm not going to do anything with you, perv."

"Didn't say you were," He laughed holding his hand in a surrender position.

***

After a relaxing picnic, we headed up towards the main house to get some stuff. We laughed as we ran through the cold, night air, and I stopped halfway down the beach and gazed at the beautiful stars.

"You OK?"

"I miss my dad,"

"I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault."

"But, still, Maria."

He reached out to touch me, but I flinched away.

"I'm so sorry, Ryan."

"Shh, don't be sorry. I'll wait, Mia."

"For what?

"I want to hug you,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, Mia!" Ryan exclaimed, and he walked back towards the beach house.

I jumped to my feet and followed closely behind. When I walked in, I was amazed at how big the house was, for such a small outside.

"Follow me," Ryan ordered, walking into the bathroom.

There were candles on the surrounding counters and rose petals floating in the bathtub. Ryan set a few clean towels on a chair and pointed to the tub.

"You deserve to relax. You need anything, just scream for me, OK?"

"Ryan, you didn't have to--"

"I wanted to, now go get in there."

***

When I came out of the refreshing bath, Ryan had new clothes laid out for me, and he was watching T.V. in the livingroom. I found him out there, and he looked up at me, smiling.

"Thank you,"

"Don't mention it. Hey, do you want to watch a movie?"

"Oh, uh, sure?"

"You don't sound so sure," Ryan remarked, smirking, but nevertheless, he moved over on the seat so I could sit next to him.

About half way through the movie, I began to become tired, and I rested my head on his lap without second thought. And that was the last thing I remembered.

***

I had a horrendous nightmare. Someone had been touching me, and I wasn't sure who. It was too dark to make out a face, and I woke up quickly, letting out a loud, high-pitched scream.

"Ryan?" I sat up quickly, scanning the dark room.

The door swung open, and Ryan barged into the room, carrying a gun. The light flickered out, and I yelped in fear, for the gun was pointed directly at me. Ryan looked upset, but I couldn't tell if he was angry or scared, and I just stared at him as he continued to point the gun towards me from the doorway. His finger twitched a little on the trigger.