Everyone Has A Secret

Therapist

Sutton's POV

I climbed over the seat and straddled Adam's lap. We continued to make out, until my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was my alarm for my appointment. I climbed back onto my seat and got out of the car. Adam walked me into the building and sat in the waiting room with me.

"Miss Sutton Shelton?" A recptionist asked. "That's me," I said as I stood up. "Dr. Marshall is waiting for you in room one," She said. "Thanks," I said as I walked towards room one. I walked in and sat on a leather couch.

"Hello Sutton, I'm Dr. Marshall," She said. "Hi," I said. "So the hospital tells me that you tried to commit suicide." She said. "Yes," I said. "Why?" She asked. "I went to a party at my boyfriend's house and caught him cheating on me with his ex." I said. "How long have you two been dating?" She asked. "4 years," I said. "Well Ms. Shelton, in my experience, a boyfriend cheating hurts, but doesn't cause you to commit suicide. It was a factor that pushed you over the edge. Can I ask what else was wrong?" She said.

"I can't tell you that," I said. "And why not," She said. "Because I don't want to," I said. "Ms. Shelton, I am your therapist. If you are worried about someone finding out, I can assure you that it will remain confidential," She said. "I'm sorry. I'm not telling you," I said. "And why not Ms. Shelton?" She asked again. "Because only one other person knows. I trust that person very much. I don't trust you," I said.

"Ms. Shelton, if you don't tell me then I won't be able to help you. Please tell me." She said. At that moment, I freaked out. "I don't need your fucking help! The person who I told, who isn't a therapist, helped me much more than you ever could! I don't want to fucking tell you and I don't fucking have to! You want to know, too fucking bad!" I screamed before I stormed out of the room.

I walked over to Adam. "I heard you yelling, what the hell happened?" He asked. "Don't worry about it. We're leaving, right now." I said. Adam got up and followed me out the door. We climbed into the car and he intertwined his fingers with mine. "Where do you want to go?" He asked. "Your house," I said. And with that, we sped off.

Once we got inside Adam's house, I pushed him up against the wall. I pulled off his shirt and crushed my lips onto his. He pulled my shirt off and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried me upstairs. I kicked the door shut behind us as he set me down. He slowly unzipped my shorts and pushed them down to the floor. I did the same for his jeans. I saw the bulge in his boxers and bit my lip.

"Have you been wanting this as much as I have?" I asked him. "Oh hell yes," He said before he pushed me onto the bed and climbed ontop of me. Our clothes soonafter ended up scattered around the bedroom.

An hour later, Adam and I were tangled in the bed sheets. My head was resting on his chest as I traced his tattoo 'sleeve.' "What made you yell at the therapist?" He asked. "She wanted me to tell her the big reason why I tried to kill myself and I refused to tell her." I said. "Wow," He said.

"Sutton?" He asked. "Yeah?" I said as I turned around to face him. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. "Oh I would love to," I said before I kissed him. "We just can't let my parents find out," I said. "Don't worry, they won't," He said before he kissed me again.

Our make out session was interrupted by the buzz of my phone.

It was my dad.