His Intent~Clouding Skies

Chapter 4

I made my way home from work. I took a shower and changed into shorts and a white tank top. I worked out for about one and a half hours before someone came knocking on my door. I set my dumbbells to the side. I made my way upstairs from the basement. "Hello? Mr. Severa?" I opened the door. Amelia stood there in black shorts and a forest-green T-shirt. "Ms. Amelia. What can I do for you?" Her blue eyes looked dark, then I noticed she was glaring at my sweat-soaked chest. "I'm here for your home visit. Since your last encounter didn't end very well with your probation officer. I'll be filling in for him while they find a new one for you." I grinned letting her in. "Ladies first." She walked quickly past me.

I followed her around as she scribbled on a piece of paper every now and then. She stopped and stared at my sister's photos. She gently smiled at the one with our parents and her. I frowned. I slowly walked up to her. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face me. Then her lips curved to a gentle smile. "I'm sorry you were blamed. I could never imagine spending the best part of my life behind bars for something I didn't do." I frowned and took her hand. I pulled her into me and hugged her. If only she knew I had done it. However, I would use every advantage I could. If it meant I could have her. "I need to get going. I have a therapy appointment at six thirty." She pushed me away. She turned and headed towards the door.  

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I made my way up the stairs of the therapy office. Noticing an infuriatingly similar face. The guy Amelia was seeing. However, he looked very upset and bothered. He stormed his way down the stairs. He noticed me and scoffed. He attempted to bump into me, but I merely avoided contact. I paused and watched him storm out of the main office.

I made my way upstairs to find Amelia's office door wide open and a hole punched into it. I walked in and Amelia sat there at her desk. "What's with the hole?" She looked up to me. "Mr. Severa. An unhappy client." I hesitated. "Right." She stood with her papers and motioned to the chairs we usually sit at.

"Let us start with the basics. How have you been lately?" I let my arms rest on the chair. "I've been alright. How about you?" I wanted to strike a nerve. Get her to spill what happened in here just a few moments ago. "The 'unhappy client'." She sighed. "I'm the one asking questions." I grinned. "But now I am." She frowned. "It's not my therapy appointment." She crossed her legs. "It can be." I followed suit. Mocking her in a way. "I'm also not the one who needs it." She uncrossed her legs and wrote something down on her papers.

"Now, let's get back to where we left off." My grin faltered. "I'd rather not." She sighed. "There's no point in avoiding a simple conversation." She irked me. "So, you past love interest. Are you ready to talk about her? Or him." I glared at her. "No." She put on a pair of reading glasses and wrote some more notes. "I think you should." I shook my head. "Fine. I understand. What about pets? Have you ever owned one? Wanted to own one?" I shook my head. "Nope." I tapped my fingers on the chair.

"Not once? Cat, dogs, mouse-" I squinted at her, and she stopped talking. "A mouse. Did you own one previously?" I sighed. "Yes." She smiled. "What was its name?" I smiled gently. It had felt like forever since I had seen her soft smile. "Nickel." She let out a soft laugh. "Nickel?" She grinned. "Yes." She let her hands rest in her lap. "Why did you choose 'Nickel'?" I smiled gently at the memory. "I gave someone a nickel for her." She turned her head in thought. "May I ask where Nickel is or what happened to her?" I faltered. "My father killed her." She went silent. "Why?" I frowned. "Because he wanted to hurt me and couldn't, so he hurt her." The memory started to haunt me. "I came home one day after buying feed and found her lying on the kitchen table with a knife in pinning her down. My father sat on the couch with smile as he saw me." She said nothing.

"Have you ever thought about getting another one now that your older?" I shook my head. "It wouldn't be the same." She frowned. "I see." She wrote down a few notes and then straightened herself up. "Is there anything in particular you would like to talk about today?" I smiled. "Yes." She motioned for me to continue. "What happened with your boy toy." She rolled her eyes. "Mr. Severa, again with this. My personal life will not make you any happier." I grinned. "What if it does?" She sighed. "Please, Doc. Won't you tell me? It would make me feel much better." She frowned. I grinned as she sighed.