My Artistic Mafia Man

Chapter 39: Best For You

Chapter 39: Best For You

Eltan Storm

"C'mon, Faith, don't be stubborn," I huffed, grabbing a handful of clothes from the closet.

"No, I won't go," she declared, dumping out the clothes I just put inside the luggage.

"We need to go. We won't get a second appointment if we miss the first one," I reasoned out.

"I still won't go. Why didn't you ask me beforehand if you are so concerned about missing the appointment?"

"Because I knew you would say no."

We were currently back home in Vegas at Faith's apartment.

After we returned from New York two weeks ago, Faith saw a psychologist here since she didn't want to take the hassle of traveling to New York every time for a session with Dr. Martin—the psychologist Alena suggested.

I heard that therapy sessions usually weren't so bad the first time, so I didn't worry too much. However, the shrink Faith saw managed to terrify her to the bones just on the first meeting. She was extremely mean to her. So Faith declared she was not going to see any more psychologists.

But behind her back, less importantly, I destroyed her first psychologist's career forever, and more importantly, I booked an appointment with Dr. Martin.

After all, just because she wanted to self-destruct, as a person who loves her dearly, I couldn't let her go through with it.

Dr. Martin was an extremely busy person. I only managed to secure an appointment by pulling a lot of strings, otherwise, we might not have been able to see him for the next six months.

But the appointment was tonight, and it was eleven in the morning right now. That's why by hook or crook, I had to get Faith on the plane before three.

She was being unusually stubborn, though. Maybe I got on her bad side by coming to wake her up before noon. Mutiny partied till late last night, after all. She must be exhausted. Even I felt tired as I was there with Mutiny.

Dancing in the club without a care in the world was a different kind of therapy—one that was unhealthy and left exhaustion in the body.

"If you knew I would say no, you shouldn't have booked the appointment. It's my problem, isn't it, Eltan? If I don't want it to be dealt with, isn't it fine?" Faith argued.

"All I want is for you to get better, okay? You may think it's fine the way you are now, but you still get headaches and I don't understand how memory lapses work, but I'm sure they aren't any fun. Please, just cooperate, baby?" I pleaded.

Faith stared at me for a long moment before heading out of her room toward the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Breakfast," she curtly replied. "You can pack my luggage meanwhile."

I felt bad for forcing her, but it was for her own betterment.

I packed her luggage for a one-week trip. If her first appointment went well, her next appointment would be within a week.

"Faith, I am done—" I became quiet when I saw the empty kitchen. "Faith?" I called out and started looking around the entire apartment, but she was nowhere to be found.

I came back to the kitchen where I noticed a sticky note on the fridge.

Dear Eltan,
I am not going for any therapies anymore. You can go to New York alone if you want. Have a nice trip. Don't look for me. I won't be back until the appointment time is long past.