Your Life is Possibly A Lie

Chapter 2 Thursday & Friday

Yesterday and today flew by quickly though. I had one appointment yesterday with a new client named Lily, she looked kind of old but she was just 17. Her father forced her to do it like rehab so i believe it will take a while until she trusts me. I had to get up a million times.. like ii regreted wearing the dress ii did because after i lapped my legs each time i had to pick her up from sitting on the ground. Note to self: buy a ground sheet and pillow for my office.
I was taking notes of her tragic
story and wondering what childhood difficulties she had because she brought up her dad kept making her come to therapy and other places weren't helping, but she said her friend Alec recommended my firm. I had to get up and hand her a box of tissues, because she was crying uncontrollably.
"Sweetie, take your time, there is no rush darling." She slid out of the couch slowly and sat on the ground. She continued to sob and talk, and I wrote. I can't believe she is going through all of this at her age. She got hurt when riding her ex's motorcycle. And he didn't even care to say sorry and to fix her leg she had to get stitches.
Her last half hour in my office went like:
Lily continued "So a week or so ago I was messaging him and he said he and his friends were at the mall and he wanted me to come there, I left home very contented that he wanted me to come but I regretted going because all he and his friends were doing was talking about each girl that passed and cursing very loudly," she said with a frown.
"And how did that make you really feel inside?" I cautiously asked.
"Like he didn't care about what he was doing, i want him to recognize what he did, he is so immature." Lily whispered and she began to snob slowly again.
"He ended the relationship because he doesn't care and he blames that day on me, he doesn't want to fix the issue, I am tired of getting hurt Ms. Routàlìne." Lily said.
"And how do you feel currently?" I had a feeling I knew what she was gonna say.
"I feel lonely, worthless like I have no one, just hurt, all my life and all my love was given to someone who isn't worth it...."she trailed off.
"Do you..." I was cut off by the timer making it clear the 2 hours were up.
"We made a lot more progress. And I hope to see you again."
"Oh you will, I'm full of problems Ms. Routàlìne!" she said cheerily, it just surprising she was crying just 5 minutes ago like a big baby.

After she left I concluded my report about the sessions & packed my bag to take my lunch hour. As I walked through the lobby of my firm I told my assistant I was leaving, I remembered I had to tell her that Stacey needs to stop by my office before she leaves this evening.
I'm getting annoyed of her choice of attire these days for her sessions with patients.

As I left my practice, Routaline Helping Co. I was thinking about what I was going to say to Stacey. I think she needs a better understanding of my standards here before I make a call to HR.

A man decked out in a tie and suit walked up to me as I reached the pavement. " Good Morning Miss! You're Ms. Routaline correct?"

I gave him a half-hearted smile," Yes and may I ask why?"

"Yes I'm Mr.Smith's new driver, I'm here to take you on your lunch date," he replied.

"Oh, wait was this scheduled?"

"No Miss. I'll bring the car around!" As he finished said that he skipped off to the parking lot.

I pulled out my phone to message my baby to make sure he really sent the car and a message was already waiting.

10:48am from Evan Smith
"Hey baby, we are having lunch today, I will send my driver for you. xox
P.s Decide what you want to eat because we will order it even if it's off the menu.

"Omg i swear he is a sweetheart!" I squealed. I realised how highschool teenager i sound but who cares I'm successful & beautiful.

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Hey darlings I just finished updating this chapter and editing. I'll post the next one at the end of the day or tomorrow.