My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️TRIGGER, MENTIONING OF R*PE!

Iman Harriott ~

This therapy thing...I just wanna cancel it and never come back again. If it rids me of any type of attachment of anything to do with Alistair, then so be it. My life was so much better before he came back again. Well, that's kind of a lie, but still, he just comes and ruins everything for me and now I have to deal with getting over him once more.

But I don't want to...

While I was with Alex, Alistair kept on belling my phone, to the point I just turned my phone off completely. I contemplated throwing my phone out of the window, knowing that I'd buy a new one the next day, but getting back that storage and setting it up was long.

I was tempted to pick it up, but I know myself too well, I would've folded so easily as I was waiting for an excuse to go back to him. However Alistair did end up calling me the next day and I knew he would end up calling me the next days after that, so I decided to block him. The calls were becoming annoying, to the point I'd hear ringing noises, thinking he was actually calling me, but it was making me go crazy if I didn't do anything about it.

It was Tuesday, the day of my therapy and I figured that Alistair would turn up at my home by now since I've cut off any forms of communication between us, but he hasn't. I don't know how to feel about that though, I would've told him to go away but was that all the trying he could do since Friday night? Did he really give up that easily, or did he just accept that he was better off working things out with his wife?

Anyways I shouldn't be shocked, she's perfect and I'm not. That's who he wanted, if he wanted me, he would've never lost me in the first place...but then again it hurts that he never saw me as his first.

Great, now all of my sadness has come back to haunt me before I head off to my therapy session.

"Like why does he not want me..." I said to myself, standing in utter despair in my room.

My hand ached towards my phone to do the unthinkable. I scanned over his phone number, as I had the option to unblock him, but what exactly was I going to do? Beg him to want me? Like how fucking embarrassing is that. I did not do all of that yelling, ignoring and leaving just to backtrack on my judgement and beg him- especially begging a man at that.

I flung my phone, hoping it would just flop on the bed, but instead flew right past it, realising I had used too much force. I ran over to check my phone which was now near the window, checking to see if there was any damages, and to my luck with my screen protector and case, it was intact.

The home screen flashed, looking at the time, it was time for me to leave before I was late for my appointment with Dr Rashid. I quickly grabbed my things, left the house and went straight to my car, as I prepared for the disastrous day I could have if my therapy session didn't end on a good note.

***

"Before we start the session, I wanted to congratulate you for sharing your story- how are you feeling Iman?" Dr Rashid asked me, as I took my seat

Bruh you would've thought I came out, the way he was talking.

"I feel like a weight has lifted off my shoulders...I didn't think I could even do that..." I confessed, finally getting it through my head that I actually spoke out against Harry

So much has happened in the course of last week, that I even forgot about speaking out against him. Or maybe was it because my mind was too far deep when it came to what happened between Alistair and I? I mean I tried to go back to normal, acting as if he never disturbed me again.