•Obsession Gone Bad• (BxBxB)

chapter 5

My mom had driven me to the therapy office and my heart raced as we got there and pulled into a parking spot. We were at reception when a handsome man came out.

Long, white hair, blue eyes, pale, almost like....no. no no no. He was the guy from the convenience store!

He nodded as he saw me and I watched his eyes fill with recognition. I cringed.
"hello, Ezra. It's nice to meet you, my name is Mikael Anderson. I will be your therapist from here out, until our sessions are discontinued." I smiled nervously as I was led away into the room.

The atmosphere was nice enough, it was quite, and shady. There were some drinks and snacks. And a lava lamp. I liked that. It was pretty. A small smile graced my face and I rushed to cover it up.

"Do you feel a need to hide your feelings Ezra? Or is it because I'm...a unfamiliar person." He asked.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't intend to dive deep this session, but if I have a way to explain your behavior, I can find a way to work with it."

"don't worry about it." I mumbled.

"now, none of that. While you're not under obligation to speak to me, your mother is paying good money for this. You wouldn't want to waste it, right?" he asked.

I clearly had good reason to dislike him ahead of time. Even if he was pretty. And charming. And maybe, he would look good with his hair tied up.

"do you ever style your hair?" I asked He seemed surprised by the question, to say the least.
"I do. But I generally leave it down. Ezra, I've heard you have some issues at home, would you like to discuss that? We could play a board game, or just...talk.

But we have to get something done." I grimaced and nodded, if anything I was doing this for my mother, not myself.

"lets...just play a simple game. Truth or dare?" I was a sucker for this game, even if it got me into some shitty situation with a psychopathic bastard.

"interesting choice. Very well. Truth or dare, Ezra?"

"dare." I spoke confidently.

"I dare you...to tell me why you hid your smile." Of course he asked something like that.

"I just don't like...my smile? Not really. It's just a weird feeling I get when I'm happy, as if I should feel guilty for being happy. That's all. Your turn. Truth or dare."

"interesting, Ezra. Dare."

A smirk grew on my face and I laughed.

"Let me do your hair." He tensed and then sighed, before nodding and allowing me access to his head.

"I won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable." I was getting nervous again.

"No, go ahead. Be gentle. Truth or dare."

"truth."
"why do you feel guilty for being yourself? And for expressing joy."

"I don't know...it just feels...wrong. Like I shouldn't be allowed to feel that way.* I felt a familiar stinging sensation in my chest and I took a deep breath, repressing the feeling.

"lets work on that. We'll both be uncomfortable. I want you to say something good about yourself. I want you speak clear, as if you mean it, over and over until you feel as if it might be true. Alright? Just say, 'I deserve happiness'"

"I-I deserve happiness?" It came out as more of a question.

"Again."

"I deserve....happiness." I toyed with his hair and begin to triple braid it. I left some strands to surround his face.