"We just need more information."
I snort. "Don't we all." It's already thirty minute I'm sitting under Dr. Gayle's intense scrutiny.
"Yes, we all do want to know more." Dr Gayle smiles, which doesn't reach his eyes on a nod of his head."Why don't you tell me a little bit about how your relationship with Mr. Blackburn began?"
Releasing the breath I was holding, I give him my brightest, fakest smile. It is the least I could do. "He came to my college as a guest of honour for a fashion show event and saved me from my bully."
"And then?"
This has to be the worst kind of punishment. It's monotonous. It's mind-numbing. It's a waste of my fucking time.
"We were going back and forth in the beginning. I didn't trust him to have anything to do with me except for sex because obvious this is me,"—I wave my palm up and down my front— "and he is Gabriel Blackburn. He was persistent and I was in denial. As we begin to spend more times with each other, things got intense, physical as well as emotionally,"— We are sitting on either end of the same sofa, and the distance between us suddenly seems as vast as an ocean— "He made sure at our relationship wasn't only about sex. That we spend time outside a room, do things like normal couple do. I started to believe him. I realised that he loves me as much as I love him. It is not just sex between us."
"Alpha Blackburn." Dr. Gayle prompts, shifting in his seat and turning to it just a bit. Pure calculation sweeps over his face. "What do you feel about Tony?"
"I feel he is perfect for me and I've never loved anyone more than him." he says, his voice clipped.
"What do you feel about yourself, Tony?"
I'm looking at the watch strapped on my wrist and I'm acutely aware of the sound of the second's hand as if I can feel vibration of each tick on the skin. "According to them, I'm broken and in need of healing—less than perfect."A long lint has come out of the leather band. Taking it I look the thread around my forefinger until my skin it purplish and I let it go.
"Them?"
"Shrink, Theripist, psychologist. All the Profs X's."
My flippant answer makes his grey eyebrows raised coolly, and when he started shaking his head mildly I get a sinking feeling in my gut. He reclines into the high-backed chair, steeples his fingers, elbows rest on the armrest. "So you don't like us."
I shrug a little, displaying indifference. "It doesn't matter does it? I'm here sitting in front of you. Why? Because you think I'm crazy."
"You aren't crazy." Gabriel snap from his side causing me shoot an accusing look at him.
"He is right. You're not crazy." Dr Gayle affirms.
Aren't I? Rolling my eyes way, I glance around at the wall covered in expensive modern art wall hanging, then back to the desk. "Being locked in this room sure doesn't help your case in convincing me." I mutter.
Seated in the vast, white office, filled with plants, low lighting, and comfortable furniture. A little rock garden fountain sits in a corner of the room. The Zen-like atmosphere, however, has done nothing to put Gabriel or me at ease.
"Would you say that you consciously try to push people's boundaries, Tony?" I can feel Dr. Gayle's eyes, studying me as he speaks.
I blink up, confusions pulling my eyebrows together and I think—what?
My face must convey my thoughts because he starts over. "Or do you think it's more"—he pauses, I'm sure for dramatic effect—"subconscious?"
He knows I'm aware that I don't have to answer, so what does he get from me? Silence. Complete and utter silence. I take a breath and exhale slowly, looking at Gabriel. He stares straight at the wall behind the Doc. His arms are folded across his chest, his fingers digging into his biceps.
