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Untitled Part 10

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She looked across the room at her therapist and she sighed. She had been going to this therapist for weeks and nothing was helping. She buried her face in her hands and started crying all over again. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed, and the woman before her offered her the box of tissues all over again. She was tired of this. She just wanted to get back to her life. Images of everything he had done to her flashed through her mind and she gagged mid sob.

"Hinata, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I am here to figure out how to help you, but you have to let me in." she said, and she looked up at the Blonde once more. "I just... I see him everywhere... panting over me as he violates me..." she sobbed, and the woman offered her a hand. She took the hand, and the woman squeezed it lightly. "What have you tried to do to get through this?" she asked and Hinata thought it over.

"I've tried multiple times to kiss my boyfriend, but every time I get close, I see his face and I freeze up. I just want to be able to show my boyfriend the love he deserves." she sobbed, and the woman frowned. "I... have you tried being with someone else who doesn't look like your boyfriend?" She asked and Hinata's eyes narrowed on the woman. "Now I'm not saying for you to cheat on him... I'm saying for you to have a mutual agreement between you and your partner that this person will only be for breakthrough purposes and nothing more." she explained and Hinata frowned deeply.

"You mean... for me to use someone so I can sleep with him again?" she asked, and the woman nodded. "I know it is a morbid approach, but it helped one of my patients before and I just want to help you." she sighed as she tapped her pen against her notepad. "Well Miss Hyuuga, please let me know what you decided to do." her therapist said softly and Hinata nodded as she gathered her things and threw away her tissue.

She stepped out of the woman's office and made her way down to the parking lot. The only sound that echoed around her was the sound of her riding boots tapping against the floor while she walked. She reached up and wiped her tears away once more. She pulled on her helmet to hide her suffering from anyone that could see her. She stepped outside the building and smiled softly as she saw her bike. She ran over to it and threw her leg over it. She looked down at her watch and noticed it was almost time for her court date.

She started the bike up and took off towards the courthouse. She knew that this probably wasn't going to help her with her trauma, but I would definitely help her get some vengeance. She pulled her helmet off and unloaded all her things onto the conveyor belt so the security guard could look through them. She stepped through the metal detector and the guard motioned for her to grab her things.

She gathered her helmet and belongings and made her way into the court room. She stepped inside and her eyes softened as she caught sight of a familiar head of white hair with his signature undercut. He glanced over to her, and his eyes were sad as he stared into her soul. She wanted to touch him, to hug him... to kiss him... but she couldn't even get close to him. His mother made her way over to her and hugged her tightly. "How are you dear?" she asked, and her lower lip trembled as the tears started to fall all over again.

"I just want to show him I still love him..." she sobbed and Akane hugged her tightly. "Oh sweetie... he knows you love him so very much..." she whispered, and she looked over to see Tobirama with his face buried in his hands. Akane let her go and she made her way over to him and stood behind him for a second. She reached around and traced the markings on his face ever so gently from memory.

He placed his hands over hers and she felt a small streak of warmth trail over her hand. She pulled her hands away and made her way to her seat. She couldn't even look at him without crying so she had to sit away from him. The judge pounded his gavel, and she looked up to see Mei being brought into the court in an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs. This was not the first court date, and this was surely not going to be the last one.