Gabriel

20. Stories, Supernatural, & Superlips

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Warning: triggers and talk about sexual content, steamy stuff

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MAEVE

"So she just walked right in there, grabbed the thong, and left?" Lizzy, my therapists asks, humorously. Gabriel had left a few minutes ago as per agreement of the time management; fifteen minutes with all three of us and the rest of the hour spent one-on-one.

"Well, when you put it like that, it does sound funny", I admit with a chuckle.

"It felt like betrayal though. I mean I get that I wasn't actually there when he was... sleeping around, but he knew he was going to find me one day. But maybe I'm just being selfish wanting him all to myself", I blush.

"It's a natural feeling that all people share. Past lovers can bring up complications in a current relationship, but it sounds like you're giving the woman exactly what she wants; a conflict between you and Gabriel for her own benefit", she says. I sigh, looking down at my twiddling fingers.

"It's all about perspective", she continues, "look at it from where Gabriel stands. A young man in the world, without a partner doing what any normal man his age would do; get around. But then you come along and his entire world shifts on its axis, and all those women before can't hold a candle to you. Then one comes waltzing back in like she owns the place, how would you feel?"

I think for a minute, really letting what she saying register with me, "I guess I get what you're saying. I'd feel angry, and maybe even ashamed?"

"Exactly", she nods.

"So, enough about at sexy man of yours; how are you doing Maeve?" She asks, lightly. I like that a lot about her. She tends to keep things light and cheery while still delivering the deep stuff.

"I'm doing fine, I guess. Like I said earlier, I've made new friends and no one's really mean to me at school. I've got an amazing apartment and a sweet guy. What more could I want?" I ask, trying to sound... happy. Or maybe delighted.

"Are holding back on me?" She asks, but it's more of a statement. I sigh.

"Late at night, I wake up a lot. It always the worst nightmare and there always about Gabriel turning into ­–", but I stop. I haven't told her yet about the bad man.

"Turning into who? Your father?" She questions, a crease forming between her eyebrows in understanding.

"No... the other man", I say but it's barley a whisper. Lizzy sighs in disappointment.

"Maeve", she starts in a reprimanding tone, "this isn't going to work if you're not honest with me. I respected that at the first session we were just getting to know each other, but you have to be able to talk about things to be able to heal from them."

"But it's not something I can heal from. It's disgusting and impure and sad and... and...", I say choking up unable to finish my sentence.

"Was there anybody else you were ever hurt by, besides your father?" She asks cautiously. I don't respond.

"I don't want to talk about it."

After a few moments of silence she shifts in her chair so one leg crosses over the other.