My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

12💞

Iman Harriott ~

I woke up to the sounds of The fresh Prince of bel air playing in the background of my home. It was my comfort show, whenever I couldn't find anything to watch or whenever I'm upset about something.

I sat up a bit, looking at the shopping bags around me and the food that was chilling on the coffee table.

I see that my spending habits are coming back.

I did this a lot when I was in uni. Thank god it was with clothes and not piercings instead. And also thank god that I actually make a lot of money to afford this type of habit, whenever I'm feeling down. But it's got to stop though.

"I slept for that long- why do I have a message from Alistair on Instagram..." I switched the conversation real quick from sleeping, narrowing my eyebrows at the dm from Alistair

I opened up the Instagram dm, as it read:

TheAlistairRyle: Hey, I just wanted to check in on you to see how you're doing and if everything is okay.

"Aw how sweet of him..."

No really how sweet of him.

I didn't expect him to go out of his own way and reach out to me to see if I was doing okay. I really appreciate that a lot.

I quickly responded to him, letting him know that I was doing fine, I also told him what I had gotten up to as well, as a sign of help. I need someone to talk to.

Like I have many people to talk to, but everyone is either busy with their own lives or won't be able to understand. Alistair is all I've got since he's opened that door of trust again slightly.

Dimitri has gone of to France to propose to Jasmine, I don't want to bother him because my trauma has arrived once again. Mariah is on her last trimester, she needs to worry about her baby. Alex...it's so much unpacking here when it comes to my life, I've told him everything but getting raped. I don't think I'm ready to tell him as yet.

I tossed my phone to the side on my sofa, as I turned the tv off. I went to put my food away in the fridge as I haven't finished it and I definitely won't let it go to waste either.

That's when I started to regret sad girl shopping as I saw the amount of shopping bags sprawled out in the living room. It was the journey of going back and forth, up the stairs.

I took as much as I could, because god knows I couldn't be asked to go back for me. I decided that I'll collect the rest when I next go back upstairs. Probably tomorrow.

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TheAlistairRyle: That's good to hear...What did you buy?

Me: What didn't I buy💀

I rolled my eyes, remembering that I still had more shopping to be collected, while looking at the ones I was bothered to bring up with me.

TheAlistairRyle: Oh Iman that's not good

Me: I know, I thought I was over it, but it seems to come back again

TheAlistairRyle: Have you tried talking to someone professional about it or anyone in general apart from me because this habit that's coming back, so you say can have a negative impact on you

Me: I mean Dimitri knows about it...he told me that I should talk to someone, but I told him I wasn't ready and I felt like I would be able to deal with my shopping habits myself

TheAlistairRyle: Sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow about it, but I highly recommend that you do talk to someone professionally...speaking from experience.

Wait, did Ryle seek a therapist?

TheAlistairRyle: I'm going to call it a night, I'm fucking exhausted. I'll see you at work on Monday.

Alistair got help...

Monday ~

"You went therapy? Didn't you?" Was the first thing I said to Alistair as I approached him

"Good morning to you too Harriott" he pulled a tight smile

"Hey, I never gave you permission to go back to surname calling" I pointed out

"And yes I did go to therapy" Alistair gave me the answer

It all makes sense now.

And I don't even know why I didn't even see this coming or had a single thought that he did actually go out for help.

Alistair is fucking stubborn. I know his therapist was really patient with him. It's like talking to a brick wall when having a conversation with him, back then.

But in all honesty, I'm glad that he went out and seeked the help that he needed. His upbringing definitely took a toll on his childhood and into his early stages of adulthood. It was scary. No person at such a young age should harbour such hate and lack of awareness.

"When did you start going therapy?" I asked him

"I started going therapy a year after we finished university. I did the sessions for two years..."

"Two years!" I exclaimed

"I was on and off therapy at the beginning, I didn't like the idea of someone telling me how to think..."

"Hmm I can see the two years did wonders for you in the long term though" I noted

"I'd say I'm in a better place- not a perfect person..."

Right because a perfect person is not what you are, I mean no one is but you get it.

"Is that why you were recommending therapy three days ago?"

"Iman-" Alistair looked dead in my face "- I'm not recommending therapy for you because I went, I genuinely believe you need it"

"You think..." I was lost for words, as that was all I could say

"Let's talk somewhere else" Alistair took hold of my hand, guiding me to another area in the studio, with less people

This is the second time he's taken my hand for "guidance". Let him do it the third time and I'll bring it up.

"Iman from the minute I have started to work with you, I realised you were never healed from what Harry before you even said you was not" Alistair started, as we were standing near a set of stairs, away from everyone

"Oh is that so, what was the first hint?" I folded my arms

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get this one, but especially if they know you personally, you would never deny a woman of speaking their truth by projecting your own insecurities"

I was shocked

"Not even"

"Iman, last week you said that Amaya may be coming forward just because of money" Alistair gave me a 'be for real look'

"Oh..." I whistled "...not my finest moments"

"Not it's not" Alistair agreed

"So you believe that therapy will help me?"

"I think you should give it a go. I'll give you the same therapist that I had...if he still works there" I could tell by the tone of his voice he was getting excited "if he was able to make me a better person, he can do the same for you..."

I had to side eye him for that... "a better person".

I've always been a good person...I don't know about him though. But it's a miracle at what his therapist did so I'm going to hear him out.

"What"

"A better person, really Ryle?" I placed my hand on my hip, looking him dead in his eye

"Yes a better person...Harriott" he looked me dead in the eyes also "I see we're back to surname calling..."

"Yes- yes we are"

Okay now this is where the lies, drama, secrets and play starts to begin👀