Complicated // h.s.

six

*Sawyer's POV*

Like every two weeks, my mother forces me to visit with a therapist. My therapist comes to my house for an hour and I'm forced to actually talk about my feelings. I just sit in silence mostly because I'm never in the mood to talk to the woman.

My therapist, Dr. Mills, sat on the couch in my living room waiting for me to me to come out of my room. I gave her a brief hug before I sat down in front of her. I was silent for a few minutes as she stared at me with her notepad.

"How are you today, Sawyer?" Dr. Mills asked me after a few minutes of silence.

I just shrugged not wanting to speak to anyone especially her.

"Have you been having those dreams?" Dr. Mills continued to question me.

I shrugged once again. It was incredible how she thought she was going to get something out of me.

"What about your stepbrother... how do you feel about him being here? It must be hard for you considering that it has been two years since Dale. Is he taking Dale's place in any way?" She told me.

The mention of both Dale and Harry made me suck in my breath. I refused to talk about Dale, and for her to have the nerve to think Harry was going to replace him made me even more pissed.

I stayed silent. I mostly would say at least something by now, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with Dr. Mills today. She went too far in the mentioning of Dale. I always mentioned Dale first.

"You look better, glowing even." Dr. Mills continued.

I rolled my eyes. "Can you cut the shit? You talk a load of bullshit. Did you know that? It's incredible that you're still in the profession."

Dr. Mills glared at me. She couldn't comment on that because she could risk her job.

"Have you been taking your medication, Sawyer?" Dr. Mills asked me.

"Yes, I have been. Just because I was being honest doesn't mean I haven't taken my medication... I think I'm done talking for the day, Dr. Mills. I'll see you in two weeks." I then got up and left Dr. Mills in my living room.

I was on my way into the foyer and up the stairs until I spotted Harry. I rolled my eyes and began to go into the opposite direction, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking.

"Who is that in there?" Harry asked me.

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to tell him that. He hasn't talked to me in over a week.

"That's none of your business, really. Especially considering that you want nothing to do with me. Remember you said that, Harry?" I spat at him.

He still held my arm in his hand with quite a tight grip.

"Can you let go of me?" I asked him softly.

Harry looked at our position and he took his hand off of my arm and then let me leave him. I could feel his eyes watch me as I walked up the stairs. I wanted to say something, I wanted him to apologize, I wanted sex, but I wasn't going to get that. I needed some type of release because it has been way to long since I had sex.

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After I finished getting ready, I went into Harry's bedroom to tell him that I was leaving since our parents were out of town once again. I walked in his room to see him only wearing a towel around his waist with his damp. This sight was all too familiar as I watched how water dripped down his back and stomach. I cleared my throat so he could know of my presence. He then turned his head and eyed me waiting for an explanation.