Burning for her

Chapter 5

Clara

"A bourbon for me, and one more from whatever she is drinking." I pointed at the blonde italian woman sipping her drink next to me.

Her first confused and then surprised eyes jumped at me and then at the bartender man. "Not, thanks." She shook her head, her brunette locks flying around her head. "How did you find me?" She watched the man placing my drink in front of me.

I shot my therapist a knowing look. "Luck." I lied. She was pretty trackable.

"My office hours are over, Clara." She crossed her legs on the bar-chair, the pencil skirt running up on her bare thighs. With the drinks in her, her accent was more audible, however it was barely noticable any other time. You wouldn't even tell. 

"I know." I didn't really know why I tracked her down, why I decided to search for her after I basically ran away from Abigail's house.

"Honestly... Hm" She hummed, stopping herself. Her eyes glistened a little, like this was not her first or second drink tonight. I tilted my head to the side, looking at her from the side.

This pub was really different from what I used to go to with the girls. It was full, people were trying to get through me to get to the bartender. I didn't really like it. But I did not go there for the place.

"Honestly what?" I turned to her completely, even if she was still facing the bar.

"I can't be your therapist anymore." Ava said quickly, like she was afraid she would change her mind.

"What?" She caught me off guard. And not the type you like. The type that forms a knot in your stomach.

"You are seriously unprofessional and I can't deal with it the way I should be, so I become unprofessional next to you."

"You've got to be kidding me." I rolled my eyes, sure that she was not serious.

She faced me, eyes turning hard. "I'm serious, Clara. I like you and it pains me too, but this is for the best." Her tone was strict.

Before I could react, say anything, she grabbed her bag from the side, storming away. I left our drinks and some money on the counter, before jumping off the chair to go after her. In the huge crowd it was hard to keep track of where the brunette went, but she didn't have much choice. She could leave the place or go to the only hallway leading to the bathroom. I was betting on the second one.

I pushed through the people, getting them out of my way until I reached the wooden door and pushed it open. I felt the disappointment as a rock settled on my chest, when I found the empty place.

My eyes jumped to the only toilet stall where some sound came from. I didn't know what caused it, but my heart was beating like a drum. The anticipation probably.

The door opened and Ava appeared, fixing her skirt. "Seriously?" She looked up at me, noticing as I was leaning against the closed door.

"I can't believe you are kicking me out." My jaw clenched at the thought.

"I'm not kicking you out, Clara." She leaned against the sink, washing her hands, looking at me from the side, through the mirror.

"Yes, you are." Two punches in my face, one from Ava and one from Abby was too much for a day. Especially if I add the pain in my ankle.

"No, I'm not." She bit back, drying off her hand, tossing the paper into the trash can. "I'm sorry you feel like I do."

She walked up to me, and suddenly the whole room felt much smaller than it really was. I slid away a little, letting her open the door and leave.