"You have no idea what you do to me." He snarls as his skilled hands keep her arms pinned over her head
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure all I do is piss you off!" She snaps, desperately trying to get out of his firm hold on her.
As a response he gr...
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"Our times up for today. Remember what I told you about the breathing, I'm always here if you need to call me. I'll see you next week, Lily." My therapists voice speaks through the computer. I say goodbye back, then ending the call as I relax into my chair.
I hate therapy, I hate the fact that he's the one who put me in it even more.
He should be the one in therapy, not me.
With a groan I get up from my chair, then heading over to my closet to change. I pick out a simple white sweater and some matching sweatpants, not like I'm going anywhere anyway.
I brush my damp hair, eliminating any knots before tying it up into a messy bun. I leave the closet, shutting the door behind me however I almost scream as I look up because infront of me stands Olivia, looking around the room as if it's some kind of museum."What the fuck!?"
She flinches at my words, but smiles as she speaks. "I'm sorry, this was my old room." She pauses, glancing around the room again. "You're lucky to be so close to hi- to have this room."
"Well it's not anymore is it?" My eyebrows furrow as I look at her.
Her gaze snaps back to me, "for now."
Scratch that, this girl needs therapy.
"Great, now that we've discussed your territory, why don't you get the hell out of my room?" I point towards the door, but lower my hand in annoyance as she speaks again.
"Oh but I'm supposed to be cleaning in here."
I groan in frustration, looking around the room for something. With a forced smile I grab the tray of food laying on my desk and hand it to her. "Great, you've cleaned my room. Now leave it."
She does, thank god. She doesn't forget to give me the biggest death stare ever as she closes the door though.
Apparently I live with two psychopaths.
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"Anything else?" I watch from the steps leading down to the living room as Olivia talks to Enzo, a pen and paper in her hand while she writes a few things down.
Enzo, not seeming to care about her presence in the slightest takes a last glance at her before returning to his phone, "no. That'll be it for this week."
I take his response as a sign that the conversation is ending and walk down the last few steps of the staircase. Enzo looks up from his phone, his gaze following me as I walk towards the kitchen. Olivia says something, but is ignored when he gets up from the couch and makes his way towards me.
