lovers - obx

• FOUR •

Katie sat on the edge of dock, feet dangling over the water, watching the birds as they flew by. She had woken up early to watch the sunrise. She needed some peace of mind after these crazy past couple of weeks.

"Mornin' cupcake," A voice said from behind her.

She turned her head to see JJ standing behind in with messy hair. She smiled up at him before moving over, giving him room to sit. He took the seat next to her.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, knowing she had been having nightmares since the incident with Rafe.

She sighed, "Barely did. I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing him."

JJ sighed, knowing how hard it was for Katie to go through this. He wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm softly. He placed a kiss on top of her head before a thought popped into his head.

"Maybe you should take Peterkin up on her offer," He said, looking down at her.

"I was gonna call her," Katie said, "I just want to sleep."

"I know," JJ said, "I know."

Silence encompassed the two teens as they watched the sun completely rise above the ocean. It was beautiful and calming. Exactly what Katie needed.

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A few days later, Katie sat in the waiting room of a small doctor's office on Figure Eight. John B sat next to her and watched her as she chewed her fingernails.

Peterkin had offered for Katie to attend therapy for what she had gone through, and Peterkin promised it would come at no cost to the girl. So, Katie finally took Peterkin up in her offer, and here she was...waiting to see a therapist.

She had asked John B to come with her to the first meeting since she was instructed to bring another person with her. She felt asking him was appropriate, him being family and all—and she just wanted her big brother for protection.

"Katie Routledge," A sharp voice cut through the air, practically slapping Katie in the face.

She looked up to see a short, thing, blonde woman. She wore glasses and had very prominent blue eyes. She wore black jeans with a navy blue top and white tennis shoes. Katie figured she was trying to stay in style since she was a therapist specifically for teenagers.

Katie stood up and walked over to the woman, John B following behind her.

"Right this way," She said before leading the two teens into a small office with a desk that was covered in paperwork. There was a chair on the opposite side of the room, which Katie figured was for them, so she sat, and John B sat next to her.

"Is this your brother?" The woman asked, pointing to John B.

Katie nodded.

"Okay," She began, "Well, my name is Doctor Farling, but you can call me Cara."

Katie nodded, still chewing on her fingernails.

"Sheriff Peterkin gave me your file and she filled me in on everything that has been going on recently," Doctor Farling said as she flipped through some papers, most likely Katie's file.

"But, I want to hear your perspective of everything," She continued on, shutting the file and shifting it away from her, "So, my time is yours, Katie. Tell me what I need to know to help you."