I HAVE NO NAME

Chapter One.

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    "Chiara, get out of bed. You're going to be late for your meeting with Mr. Devoux. I don't pay for nothing, girl!"

My mother truly knows how to show love.

I'm being sarcastic.

Xander Devoux is the worst thing in my world. Being forced to sit in the same room with him for hours on end is not so slowly killing my soul. Depriving me of my want to live. I'm supposed to want to tell him my darkest secrets? Mr. Devoux is the devil incarnate.

At 24, he rocks a 'hot bod' and 'sex-worthy' pitch hair. Or so my best friend, Kota, says. His younger sister of two years agrees as well.
No one can see through his facade so much as I. I know my father would be proud of me, fighting when I feel like flying. But he's not here; moreover, he will never be here again. Let's not get into that though. I have an appointment to get ready for, and five minutes to do it. No time for a shower, but yes time for dry shampoo.

After laying in bed for another three minutes, psyching myself up, I jump out and rush to my dresser, where they dry shampoo resides in its off days.

"Sorry for interrupting your nap, Phillip." Yes. I gave my shampoo a name, God. Sorry. Spritzing my hair, I let it fall it's full length, to nearly my tailbone. All this hair with nothing to do. I could see the bronze and silver strands dotting through the strawberry-blonde mass, and I became mesmerized.

"I'm heading out to the car, I expect you're ready?" A voice called from downstairs, Mother Dearest.

I responded, "Yes Mother, I'm on my way down. Just grabbing my shoes." It's not a complete lie. I did have to put shoes on. Now, however, I have absolutely no time to waste. The first shirt and jeans that I found on the floor made their way onto my body, and grey flats were slipped on as I raced down the stairs to hell.

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"Hello Chia."

"I told you not to call me that, Mr. Devoux. I despise that particular nickname with a burning passion living deep within my grey soul."

He blinked.

"I've told you once, and I know I will tell you again. Call me Xander or X, maybe even Zandy." Mr. Devoux finished this sentence with a flirtatious wink and a blinding smile at my mother. How she does not notice his antics, I do not know. Nor do I wish to.

"I have to pick up a few things from Costco, so I may not be in the waiting room when Chiara gets out. If I'm not, she can start walking home. We don't live very far."

I'm right here. Why dont you just tell me?

"Of course. I'll be sure to remind her at the end of our session."

As if. You'd have trouble remembering if a cement mixer fell on you twenty one minutes ago.

"Alright then Xander. Goodbye darling."

Darling? I hope she was addressing that to Xander. Such a form of endearment would never be used on me anywhere or anytime else.

The door closed. 'Zandy' gave me a look and motioned for me to sit across from him on his prized leather couch.

I wonder how many 'patients' have been 'loved' on this vile form of seating.

"What do you wish to talk about today ChiChi?"

"Numero uno. I dislike ChiChi just as much as I hate Chia. But you know what? I am quite fond of Chiara or Goddess, maybe you could even call me Dearest Queen?" I spit out, mocking him. " Though what I would like to discuss in today's meeting is your impending title of Sex Offender and my restraining order against you. I may not be under age anymore, but I know some of your other kids are."

Mr. Devoix's eyes bugged out as he hissed,

"What are you talking about? I would never touch a child ever- or an adult without explicit permission."

Yeah, right. I have always seen the look in his eyes when I'm near, like that of a starving wolf.

"Oh, so it's just been me for the past two years? I'm not blind Xander. Your annoying antics are hardly friendly."

I saw his left eye twitch. I never knew each eye was a different colour, one a glowing green and the other a burnt brown.

" Chiara, I assure you. I would never go for one of your..." He looked me up and down, "shape. Yes, I prefer my women curvaceous. Not like a twelve year old boy." He nearly spit on me at the last word.

Harsh, but I guess he got his point across. Whatever. I still find him creepy as heck. I began to stand up, I do not need this.

"Good bye Xander. I will not be requiring your services anymore. I seem to have gotten over 'The Incident" quite nicely. I assure you, you have done a wonderful job. Auro voua."

Mr. Devoux seemed dumbfounded, I had just spoken back to him for the first time in two years, and it was to tell him off for being a perv and leave.

"U-uhm... I did not mean to be rude Chiara. We've never discussed what you refer to as 'The Incident'; furthermore, I am obliged to continue these visits until you do so. I apologize, but there is nothing to be done."

Oh god, Linette is going to be so upset. She's going to KILL me. I never found out what the girl is.

This time I blinked, dumbfounded. In this small office filled with mahogany and lush plants, I realized something. I could hear what Xander Devoux was thinking.

Why is she staring at me? Do I have something on my face? Or... Has she figured out I work for her mother? She doesn't know about her mother! Oh, yeah. Jesus. She's still staring. Chiara looks scared as hell...

"Xander... Who is Linette?"

Shoot.

Hello! And welcome to this.. thing. Yeah. If you like it, VOTE, COMMENT, fan. Constructive criticism always helps.

I wrote this sitting by myself in a park near a play-set drinking a medium sized Slurpee. And the stupid watermelon sour patch wasn't working, so I had to have Cherry. (S/O to cherry lovers. ilysm)
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