Psych | C.H. AU

Part 3

I chewed nervously at my fingernails as I sat waiting in the drivers seat of my car. I probably shouldn't be doing what I was doing but for some reason I was quite protective over Skyler. When I came out of my session I had asked her if she wanted me to wait and give her a ride home, but she instantly declined and told me someone would be there to pick her up.

For some reason I assumed that the person was the one who had been creating those bruises on her face and most likely the rest of her body. Even though I didn't know her at all, the protectiveness I felt for her was there because of what was being done to her. I was trying to make up for the fact that I had done that exact same thing to someone else by helping her in any way that I could. I knew I should have been minding my own business, but I just couldn't help myself in this situation, it was too personal

It was almost an hour before Skyler exited the building. Not long after did a car pull up to the curb in front of her. I started my car and as theirs pulled away from the curb I pulled out of my parking space, keeping a good distance between us. It was wrong of me to be doing this, I knew that, but it was the only thing I could think of to ease my worried mind.

Stopping just a ways down the street, I watched as Skyler got out of the car before it drove away. It was then I noticed the man outside on the porch of the house she was walking toward. His facial expression was hard, the scruff on his chin very evident.

My heart sped up just the slightest bit as Skyler timidly walked up to him. I grimaced as he met her part way and gave her a sloppy kiss. She turned her head away from him as if she was in pain. I almost made myself known when he grabbed her chin roughly and pointed an accusing finger in her face, his lips moving rapidly though I couldn't hear what he was saying.

My blood boiled as he pushed her toward the house, the force of his actions causing her to trip up the steps. How could she allow him to treat her like that? She didn't deserve that, no one did, and yet it was still happening.

I took note of the house number and the street name before I left. If she caught me I'm sure she'd never speak to me again. Her house was surprisingly close to mine, maybe a 10 minute drive. I had actually gone to primary school with someone in the same neighborhood.

Like most times I left the house my mother was waiting by the door eager for my return. I didn't know what exciting things she expected to happen when I would go out, but as I thought about it, maybe the most exciting part was the fact that I had actually left the house in general.

"How was your session?" She took my coat from my hands and hung it up on the rack in the front hall. "Have you remembered anything else yet?"

I rolled my eyes as I slipped off my black vans. "It's only been two sessions, mom. I probably wont be remembering anything anytime soon."

"Well I can hope, right?" She rung her hands together nervously.

I just shrugged my shoulders and stepped around her, headed straight for the kitchen. My mother was probably taking my predicament the hardest. She was very active in our community, working with the local schools, organizing fundraisers and other things of that caliber.

It must be hard for her now since her only son has been labeled an inadequate human being for a mistake committed unknowingly. People must look at her with sympathy or maybe even with hate, wondering how someone so caring could raise such a fuck up. She just wanted me to remember sooner so we could all put the situation behind us.

After finding a quick snack, I trudged up to my room without answering any of my mother's nagging questions.

It was so easy for me to fall asleep, but that was only because I hadn't gotten a good night rest since the incident. The second I got to my room I crashed on my bed in hopes that a nap would clear my mind of Skyler and her boyfriend.