Sad Little Sinner

The Blonde Woman

Hiya lovely readers, what's your favourite season? Mine is Autumn. I love the rainy/cosy vibes that it brings.

Raya
I spent the past few days bonding with my mother. Though she was busy, she took time out of her schedule so that she could spend time together. I've never understood her more and I'm so grateful that she considered doing so much for me.With her help, we cleaned my room and found my credit card. Thankfully there's still a few thousand dollars left to provide stability.

I sit in my apartment eating some of the food my mom prepared for me while she was here when a thought pops into my head. I should find a way to thank Cassandra for her kindness. Not every day you can find a Good Samaritan in this messed up world.

I should do something for her. Maybe I can make or give her something to show my appreciation. Then when I think about my talents I realise I'm incapable of making her anything. Unlike most kids who grew up with practical skills, I only had a talent for acting. I won't be able to do anything with that ability, right now.

I would make her food but I'm terrible at cooking. I sigh, I suppose money should do. It's the thought that counts, right?

I put some money in an envelope and prepared to give it to Cassandra. With her apartment being right next to mine I plan on just giving her the envelope and leaving. No need for any unnecessary confrontations.

I leave my apartment with just a few steps I'm at her apartment. I ready myself for her positive energy and smile before knocking on her door.

It doesn't take long for the door to be opened but instead of Cassandra, I find Juan staring down at me, sweaty and shirtless. His hair is sticking to his forehead and I almost can't look away from his chiselled abs. I have a thing against sweat but seeing Juan drenched in it almost changes my perception of that. Cassandra is such a lucky woman but I'll never admit that.

"Raya? What are you doing here? And what's with the mask and shades." He asks, trying to catch his breath as he makes mention of my covering today. I freeze up the question, how can I tell him that I don't want the paparazzi coming after me when I all I can think about is him working out.

"I came to see Cassandra. Is she home?"

He shakes his head, the sweat running down his forehead. "No, she's out running some errands. Why?"

"I just wanted to give her something, to show my gratitude."

Juan looks me up and down his eyes stopping on the envelope in my hand for a moment. He then nods and gestures for me to give the envelope to him. "Alright, give it to me and I'll give her when she comes."

I'm hesitant to give him the envelope, not that I don't trust him— Okay, I don't trust him. How am I supposed to trust that devilish face? Anyone would be a fool to trust the devil.

I look at the envelope and then back at him, how do I let him down slowly? I just won't.

Juan continues to hold his hand out expectantly but before I can say anything I hear footsteps coming from inside the house. Is he hiding Cassandra from me? Or is it that he's hiding me from Cassandra? Either way, he's hiding someone.

"Juan, have you seen my shirt?" A sweet feminine voice says, confirming my suspicions.

Juan looks inside and sighs. "I'm not sure but you can just wear mine. You'd look good in it."

My heart clenches as I hear him flirting with her. I shouldn't feel this way though. He's nothing more than a Jerk, keep it together, Raya. Sure keep telling yourself that you don't like him. You seem to lie a lot these days.

I don't want to stand here and listen to him flirt with his girlfriend. I have a therapy session to be at, and as much as it embarrasses me I'm sure I'm going to cry my heart out in front of Tyler.

"You know what, Juan? I'll just come back later. Tell Cassandra I came by."

Juan looks like he has something to say, but he just nods. "Alright."

I huff and start walking back to my apartment but as I do, with a glance into his kitchen window I see a woman taking a shirt out of the washing machine but she's nothing like Cassandra. She's blonde. What the heck?

Hurriedly I rush back to my apartment pretending like I saw nothing. Knowing I can't be putting my nose in other people's business, it's not my problem. Yeah, I like the sound of that. It's just not my problem.

I walk to the living room and pick up my bag. The back of my mind still lingers on what I saw. "Not my problem, not my problem. It's not your problem Raya." I mutter to myself as I leave my apartment.

I call myself a taxi hiding myself from the bright rays of the sun. I huff as I feel a bead of sweat run down my forehead, can't autumn come any faster? This is so annoying.

I feel blessed when a taxi stops in front of me, anymore time in this sun and I'd melt. Once inside the taxi, I put on my seatbelt feeling more blessed when the air conditioning hits me directly.

As I look out the window, I think about what today's session will be like. Not much has happened to me since the last session but what did happen to me is enough to make a whole chapter of an autobiography. My problem will be telling Tyler about it all. Last session I was able to open up to him easily. More easier than I thought it would be.

There's nothing that can say today will be the same but I'm kind of looking forward to it. To see his blue eyes. They're like an ocean, one that if you were to dive into you would sink in but if you managed to float you'd learn things no one lived to tell. I wonder what would happen to me. I'd prefer to float though because learning what lies deep in that ocean might be too much for me to take.

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I guess the mask and shades trick actually worked because when I got in the taxi the driver didn't ask me anything. It's either that or he doesn't use social media much. I can't lie he looks like the type. Like the kind of guy who moved from the country to the big city so he could make better living. Then again I could just be talking about a movie I've watched before.

The taxi pulls up in front of the office and I pay the driver. The moment I get out of the Taxi I groan in annoyance. The sun is so freaking hot what the hell. I stride into the office in an attempt to escape the sun. When I walk in I find the place nice and cool, the receptionist also looks grateful as she leans back in her seat drinking some lemonade.

The moment she sees me however she sits up and puts her lemonade on the desk. "You're here to see Doctor Matthew's, right?"

I nod. "Yes, I am."

She takes a sip of her lemonade pushing her pad to me so I can sign. "He's not here yet so you'll have to wait a bit," she says as I sign.

Immediately I feel disappointment wash over me. "Oh okay, when will arrive?" I ask putting the pen down and pushing the pad back to her.

She shrugs, finishing her lemonade in the bottle. "I'm not sure, he's never late. Your waiting time could span from a few minutes to an hour so I advise you to make yourself comfortable but not too comfortable, otherwise, we'd have to call pest control."

I laugh wryly, cringing internally at her attempt at a joke. "Don't worry you won't have that problem." With that I scurry to a chair, to avoid another awkward confrontation. What could Tyler be up to?

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