The Therapist Friend

The Scene

Olivia's P.O.V

       Standing in the hall next to Rollins we watch them disappear. "You think she was drunk?" Turning to the blonde I shrug because I don't know.

       Opening my own door, the inside is silent. Lucy had already put the kids to bed. Dropping our coats and kicking off our shoes I pay her, and she leaves. "Guess we're having a sleepover." She nods and I pull some glasses from the cabinet.

       Filling each of them I hand her one and we both hit the couch. "You know I didn't smell alcohol on either one of them and she was out of it. You don't think..." I raise my hand cutting her off.

       It was a thought that had crossed my mind though. "Honestly maybe but if she doesn't own up to it, I don't want to make any assumptions. She's going through it right not Manda. She disclosed to me this wasn't the first time it's happened. Tomorrow I'm supposed to take her statement, so we'll see what happens." She hums and we both sip on our drinks.

       After a moment she sits hers down on the table. "What do you think about her... personally." Raising my eyebrow, I copy her actions.

       I realize I don't really know. "Honestly Mandy it's so hard to tell. She seems to be a different person each time I talk to her. When I first met her at Peter's office, she was professional. At the station, she was obviously scared of Sonya, docile and ready to do whatever she said. At the hospital she had the most blasé attitude about being attacked I have ever seen. When I took her to get her car, she was basically normal maybe even flirty towards me. Her now though... she looks strung out. No point thus far do I know what to expect." Sighing I turn my body more to face her.

       She's leaned against the arm of the couch head in her hand. "You're not the only one confused. I've obviously seen her in the office more than anywhere else but seeing her these last couple of days she's not that person. I think the reason for all of these different versions of herself was Sonya. She's had to separate herself into pieces in order to survive." That theory makes the most sense.

       I still have a lot of unanswered questions though. "Can I ask you something maybe you'll know?" She hums in agreement. "What do you think she meant when she said, 'relationships form and absolve fast in the scene?' what does she mean by scene." The blonde's face immediately heats up.

       She grabs her drink downing the rest of it. "Okay, I do know what she's talking about. I'm going to give you fair warning here it has to do with sexual preferences." I don't know what I really was expecting but it wasn't that. "You always say you have to be open with your therapist. In the first couple of sessions, we talked about where my sexual lines lie now that I've been assaulted more than once. I told her the... you know normal things just cause flashbacks more than pleasure. That's when she told me to look into more unconventional practices. She brought me a book at the next session. It was a personal item of hers. It was a book about kinks. She had tabbed some things out for me that can be done solo. Not to get too detailed but yeah, it's work. Usually 'the scene' refers to the kink community. She and Sonya had a dynamic like you said she was ready to do whatever the other woman said. They probably participated in a dom and sub-dynamic. She was the submissive and Sonya used her role to abuse her. Also... that woman was carrying her had a very distinctive outfit on. I think she was a mistress." Blinking the blush on my own face now matches hers.

       Now what Peter had said is making sense. "Dr. Lindstrom said she specialized in sexuality..." Finishing my wine we both let the conversation end there.

Rayne's P.O.V

       Waking up the next morning I really hated myself. I showered and tried to look presentable. I throw on a pair of black high-waisted jeans and a plain white tank top. Throwing on a pink knitted jumper over top of it I pull on my boots. Alex had caught a cab home after I woke up telling me to call her when I finished. After kissing me goodbye she heads home to her girl.

       I have no choice but to do a full face of makeup. I've lost a shade and my eyebags are pretty prominent. It's around noon when I actually make it to the precinct. I don't know if Liv's going to be there, she said had some days off. Walking in I'm practically inhaling my coffee. Amanda spots me immediately standing up. "I'm going to apologize now. I made some decisions that I shouldn't have and I'm really sorry you had to see that. I completely understand if you're looking for a new therapist, I can recommend you to one if you'd like." I'm really trying to save face at this point because logically I need to.

       I'm not doing that shit again. Alex and I had a talk this morning before she left after I sobered up and she reminded me why I stopped in the beginning. I've worked so hard to not be that. I also really don't want to go back to prison. "I don't really want to. It's hard for me to find someone I'm comfortable with and I found that in you. We all have bad days I mean how many times have I come to you crying I've relapsed. I think I trust you even more now honestly. If you want to recommend me to someone else though I do understand." I assure her I have no reason to want to, and it would be her decision. "I definitely like to stay your client then." Reaching out I squeeze her arm with a smile. She really has come so far. "Liv and our ADA are waiting on you in her office." Thanking her I head that way.

       Knocking I hear a come in. "Ray this is our ADA Casey Novack she'll be prosecuting your case." Shaking the woman's hand, I'm led to an interview room.

       Over the next few hours, I have no choice but to recount everything. Every time she hit me. Every time she tied me down and did whatever she wanted against my will. I've been with her for a year but remember the exact dates of the worst times. I'm sure there are a few I missed but they have enough. I also send them photos that are timestamped. Sometimes when she left marks, I take photos of them. I was never going to report it but there was always a part of me that wanted proof of it all. Those help corroborate the dates I gave.

       At the end, I watch the redhead shut her file. "I'm going to be real here Sonya's going to try to slander me in court. I may not be a lawyer, but I was with her long enough and she would call me in often to testify for her prosecution. I know all of her dirty tricks. I have no doubt you can probably win this. Your convictions rate high, one of the highest. Sonya never talked about you highly but that's because she saw you as competition. There're three main things she'll try to use to drag me through the mud." Immediately grabbing her legal pad, she tells me to continue. "The first is my other two rape kits. Both are out of statute, but it's documented I wouldn't give them a name and there was no DNA match in the system. It was my stepdad but if I would have said that I would have been out on my ass. My dad lived here I was in Texas. There's nothing he could have done. The second is my record. I'm surprised you haven't brought that up yet unless you don't know. I have a juvenile one and as an adult. It's nothing but use and possession charges but heroin is such a hard substance. She only knows because she pulled my file and since then has been holding it over my head. I was locked down from seventeen to twenty-two. Since I got out, I haven't so much gotten close to a cop since now. The third is how we met. I'm going to be transparent here because you don't need this coming out for the first time in open court. I met her at Sauvé's a kink bar here in New York. I've been in the scene technically since I was sixteen. Our relationship was a dynamic. Consent is still consent, but she didn't care about it. I was her submissive, not her slave." I don't look at her and I don't look at Liv.

       The only reason I even told them was because I knew I had to. "I appreciate you telling me this. Now if she drudges these things up, I can redirect. Either Olivia or I will be in touch about how things are progressing." Thanking her I am so ready to leave.

       I practically sleep the rest the rest of the day. Tomorrow is Monday and I have no choice but to return to work. I have a full schedule and not enough time to split my clients up among the other therapists. I also don't want to just sit around. Me being alone is never a solid idea obviously.