The Psychologist

Chapter One

Alexandra Daddario as Andrea because she's so beautiful and goals.

I slowly unwrap myself from Andrew who has latched himself onto my waist. Andrew is my husband of three years. We've been together since our freshman year in high school, so nearly twelve years. We were each other's first love and have been faithful to each other ever since, he's everything I've ever wanted and all I'll ever want. So anyways, it was basically love at first sight for us and we stayed strong throughout high school, he was (and still is) my best friend. We have been through everything together and he has always been there for me, especially when my parents died when I was in seventeen. We ended up going to the same university, I studied psychology and became a renowned psychologist and Andrew studied business and ended up taking over his dad's business when he died a year ago due to pancreatic cancer (bless his soul). His dad was basically my second father and took me in when I had no one, he treated me like a daughter to him. Andrew followed his dad's footsteps and make his company even bigger and famous. It is the most famous company in the whole country, it is going to expand to different countries soon in the near future. I am so proud of everything he has accomplished.

"Good morning sweetheart. Why are you up so early? Another bad dream?" Andrew wakes up stretching, but still manages to look concerned for me. Damn, I love him so fucking much.

"Yeah I did, but it's not a really big deal. Still the same guy, still the same dream. I also have to meet up with a new client today in about thirty minutes." I've been having nightmares almost every day about a guy around our age who's supposed to be the devil and wants me to be "his queen", or at least that's what he always says in the dreams. He kidnaps me and takes me to hell where I reside forever. It sounds extremely stupid, but it just really freaks me out. How can I have one dream constantly almost everyday since I was eighteen?? That's one of the reasons why I became a psychologist. I wanted to learn how that's even possible.

Andrew rubs my back soothingly. "It's always a big deal to me. I hate seeing you scared every time you wake up. I don't think you should go, just stay home with me." He grins and whispers sexily. "We can start on those babies you want."

I laugh and push him away. "No thank you babe."

He waves his hands in the air, pretending to be frustrated. "C'mon!" He laughs afterwards, letting me know he's just joking. We do want kids, a lot of them, but not right now. Not when we haven't really grown up ourselves.

I get up from the bed. "Sorry babe, but I got to get to work. Some of us have to work today." Andrew is so lucky, he gets to decide when he wants to go to his office. He can work at home whenever he wants, like today, and he just has to go to his office when he holds meetings and even then, he can do conference calls instead.

I head into our restroom for a shower when I turn around and look at Andrew. "Well," I smirk. "you wanna join me?" He didn't need to be asked twice seeing as how he jumped off of the bed and ran into the restroom ahead of me, slapping my ass.

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"Do you need a ride? I can call Joey." Andrew asks while pouring himself and I some coffee.

I roll my eyes. "No. I can take my own car. Thanks." I reply with attitude. Not that I meant to, it's just that he is so insistent on protecting me. Okay, like anything is going to happen on my way to work.

He sighs and rubs his hand down his face. A sign that I know he is frustrated. "Okay. Can you just let me know when you get to work?"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. He just cares about you, stupid. "Of course I will. That has never been a problem." I smile and walk over to kiss him. "I love you, okay?"

He sighs again, but less tense. "I love you too babe. So so much." He kisses my temple. "Have a good day at work. I'll see you at lunch." We eat lunch together everyday. Whether it's us going out or him bringing us lunch to eat in my office.

"Thank you and okay. See you then babe!" I run out the door. I'm running late.

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Thankfully I wasn't late. Had a bit of road rage and almost got a speeding ticket but not late.

"Hello Andrea, your 7 o'clock appointment is here already, his name is Blaze. I let him into your office a while ago." My assistant Mary informed me, while trying to hand me a coffee when I obviously already have one in my hand that Andrew made me this morning.

I roll my eyes, already getting mad. Deep breaths Drea. I close my eyes trying to calm down my anger and slowly open them back. "It is Mrs. Gonzalez to you and I have told you about a million times about how I feel about privacy, do not let anybody in my office without my permission. The only person who you can let in is my husband Andrew. And secondly, please do not try to hand me a coffee if you see that I already have one in my hands. Thanks." With that being said, I walk straight passed her and into my office where my new patient, Blaze, is looking at my wedding photos on my desk.

"Ahem." I fake cough to get his attention and he slowly turns over to me and I gasp a little bit.

"Sorry Miss, my apologies for looking around. I just wanted to see exactly who was going to be my psychologist. Did I scare you?" What the actual fuck?? I quickly look at something else. That can't be him. I'm almost completely positive that I've gone crazy. Maybe I should just take some time off from this job. Everyone's life and horrific stories are catching up to me--

"Miss, are you alright?" I scream and jump when his hand is put on my shoulder and he looks at me with concern yet with a little bit amusement.

I back away from him. I'm perfectly fine. Not crazy. "Yes. Please," I gesture towards the couch, "take a seat." I smile forcefully at the end.

He shrugs and heads over to the couch and puts his feet on the table in front of him. He sure knows how to make himself feel at home. I roll my eyes, trying to control my anger again. Today is just not my day. I should've just stayed at home with Andrew, I definitely wouldn't have to be going through this right now. We probably would've been busy with other things.

"Blaze, is it?" I ask him, going over to my chair and sitting down.

"Yes Ma'am." He smiles. God dammit. He looks exactly like the guy demon in my dream.

"Okay and it says here," I look down at my clipboard and widen my eyes a little bit. This is the first time someone has come in with the same issue I have, well one of them. "That you have been labeled as a Schizophrenic, you have insomnia, and when you do dream, it's always the same exact dream. Is that correct?" I ask Blaze.

He nods slowly. "Yes but I don't like labels."

I nod in understanding. I wouldn't like those kind of labels either. "Okay so no labels then." I cross out the word Schizophrenic. "What would you like me to put instead of Schizophrenic?" I look up at Blaze and he grins madly, kind of creepy to be honest. I try not to shiver in fear.

"Put that I'm just a guy who can talk to demons and control most of them." I nod slowly and write what he said. That's not creepy at all. Nope.

"Okay and what would you like to talk about today?" I sigh. This is really going to be a long day. I just can't wait to go home and be with Andrew.

Okay, so I suck at introductions but this is the start of my new story and I hope you like it.