Therapy Session // zyle (zoe +kyle) fanfic ahs

Chapter 14.

Kyle's P.O.V.

Zoe has gone through so much, but I can't let her run off like that. Maybe I rushed things. Maybe I should let her sleep. Maybe it was all my fault for wanting to go to the party.

I shake off my thoughts, and run straight to the Coven as fast as I can.

A few cars stopped abruptly, some pedestrians I almost knocked over. I'm not going to leave Zoe behind again.

I finally get to the Coven and slam open the doors to see Maria still sitting by the window.

"Is Zoe here?" I ask with fear.

"No, I thought she went with you?" she says.

Ugh. Zoe is missing. There's no way in hell I'd be able to find her in this huge, unknown city.

I run outside and frantically jam my keys into the ignition. Zooming down the road, I look both ways to see if Zoe is in any nook or cranny.

She has me worried sick. I didn't mean to say anything bad to her. I just want her back in the coven, safe where she belongs. I want her to talk about it with me.

I park on the road by the park, and sit on the bench. Maybe Zoe will come back.

I pull out my phone and dial for the coven.

"Hello?" Cordelia answers.

"It's Kyle, is Zoe back yet?"

There is hesitation. "May I ask who you work for?"

"No, Cordelia, I'm Zoe's boyfriend," I say. "She was missing and I don't know where she is."

"I don't seem to -" she says, as I hear a distant door slamming in the background. "She just walked in, actually."

I instantly hang up the phone and run to my car, and speed back to the coven.

-

"Zoe!" I yell as I run up the long stairs in the center of the main hall.

She's not in her bedroom.

I hear a shower running, so I knock on the door, hoping it's Zoe.

"Zoe, you in there?" I put my ear against the door.

Muffled cries fill the room and through the door.

"I want to talk," I say calmly. "I can help you."

She ignores me still.

I know I'm a therapist, I have my degrees, but it's a lot harder working on someone you've grown so close to - someone whose life desperately could be at risk.

"You can't stay in there forever," I say. "I'll wait in your room."

"... Okay."

I sit on her bed, tapping my foot against the wooden floor. The air begins to feel a little thin.

"Hi," Zoe says with a white towel in her hair.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, thanks," she leans on me. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be," I wipe the tears from under her eyes. "We all have our different ways of coping."

"I was conscious when it happened," she says. "I wish I wasn't."

"I know."

"It's hard, ya know?" she looks into my eyes. "I know a lot of other people have it worse than me. I shouldn't be crying."

She breaks down and cries into my shoulder.

"You shouldn't compare the levels of 'worseness' between your situation and someone else's," I say.