Trapped (Incomplete)

A Lower Floor

Sasha slowly walked into the apartment and looked around. It looked similar to their old apartment, minus all the remnants of the chaos that Kenny had caused. Her hands shook slightly as she remembered everything that had happened, everything that he had done to her. She placed one hand over the other to hide the shaking and stepped further into the apartment. The modern living room had black couches and q glass coffee table on a furry white rug in the centre of the room. The glass panels provided a fantastic view of the city and sasha felt like she could see all the skyscraper in the city .she was snapped from her thoughts when she heard Kenny's voice. "So we're gonna stay here until they fix our apartment downstairs. I uh hope you like it here." He said rubbing hid hand on his neck nervously. " yeah its okay " she said hesitantly.
"Great,i moved all the stuff you'll need
"Okay,good " she said as she moved towards the room.
Sasha,wait " Kenny said as he grabbed her arm slightly to stop her from moving Sasha flinched at his touch and moved back quickly , her eyes widening in surprise and fear.
Kenny immediately let go and gave her some space as he realised her reaction. " look Sasha i know i had no right to do what i did and I'm really sorry but i hope we can work through this"
Sasha laughed to herself as Kenny spoke. "What ? What is it"
" you shouldn't act,like i caught you with another woman or something like that "
But the truth is Kenny you did something much worse than that you put me in the freaking hospital and you were going to kill me " she yelled as her voice got hoarse and tears streamed down her face. She stepped closer to him so they were almost touching and looked him straight in the eyes
"You put me through things no one should ever have gone through,especially not from someone who claims to care about them. " her voice taking on a cool tone. " I may be giving you a second chance kenny ,but don't think for a second that I've forgotten your endless torture.
"Sasha i can explain "
" you know what Kenny ? Maybe you can but you sure as hell won't be doing it now"
She said as she walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.
A couple seconds later Kenny heard the soft click of the lock on the other side.

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Alex the neighborhood/ apartment watch dog was glad he phoned in the call. But the fact that he never got any praises for doing it never made him feel as if it was worth it. The couple upstairs always seem to he making noise. It was the only excitement in his otherwise boring life. The blind dates he tried setting up on his fake online dating profile always turned sour when he saw the ladies in person. Hiding behind a rose bush he would observe them from a far then return home or if he mustered up the courage his advances were always answered with rejections. The only other excitement was his TV set which normally had reruns of ' where are you now"
He tried to Unlock his front door but after the second attempt he realize that his hands were ambushed with groceries. on another attempt of opening his way the bags flew out of his hand landing into an unknown person arms
"grocery shopping can be a challenge i guess"
"Nor really when your dining for one,just got a little crazy with the two for one sales "
"Names Alex by the way he gesturew nervously for a hand shake
"Joss-lyn senior newspaper editor from The Standard"
" this is a good surprise ,come on in "
"Don't mind if i do " I'll open the door while you put your food away for the winter "she smiled politely.
As they made their way inside joss-lyn smelled and saw the look of what she would call a spotless space.
"You were the one that always phone the police aren't you "
" yes i am how did you know this "
"Well im writing an article on the important of community and safety of apartment building"
"OK so how can i be off any assistance "
"I have a few question to ask"
"Okay shoot,Before we go any further please sit, Those couched haven't felt the buns of anyone except mine in a couple months" He laugh jokingly as he did before
"Don't mind if i do " she said as she squirm from the stiffness of the couch.

She removed from her bag three items a writing pad ,a pen and a tape recorder
"Okay first question,Why did you make that call last night"

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A day later.....

Sasha entered the office still wondering why she even bothered to come. She was about to pretend to be traumatized from a suppose robbery and beating that almost took her life. Part of it was true,she was almost beaten to death but not by the hands of an unknown assailant. She knew the assailant and because she love him and that was why she was going to this meeting. Sasha went over to the receptionist "Hi, Sasha Walcott I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Ashleigh"
"Okay take a seat over there the doctor will be with you in a second."
Sasha scanned the room and saw other persons that look like they had real problem. She felt like maybe she did somehow belong.
"Mrs. Walcott right this way "
Sasha got up and was guided toward the doctor office. It was the last door of three on the right. The receptionist didn't open it but instead went back to her work station. She grasped the handle and thrust the door forward and made her way inside. The decor was simple black leather couches to the far left of the room and to the other opposite dark Mahoney desk and chair. A book shelf plastered across the wall.beside the bookshelf stood a man with his back towards her. She notice he was unaware of her presence and crept closer to see what he was doing. He standing in front of a table with a world globe centred on it.
"Excuse me what do you think your doing " she said. Startled by her voice ,The man jumped around spilling a drink he had in his hand. His shirt now damp. " I work here"
"I'm so sorry she said taking a rag out of her bag. "Here"
I wasn't aware you were behind me."
"I thought you were stealing something from the doctor office"
"Now why would i steal from my self"
"Your Dr. Ashleigh , i though you would be a female"
"Yes i am him , Ashleigh's a last name"
"Hi I'm Sasha Walcott "
"Merton Ashleigh" he extended his hands for a shake. "But you can call me ash"
"Ash...Dr. Ash"

"Yes,has a nice ring to it. "

Sasha didn't know what to say next and they both stood in silence for a while. He pointed for her to sit.

"Now what seem to be your problems that a lovely lady like you would be here "

: "PTSD"

He reach for a note pad on his desk and sat in front of her " name ? "

"Sasha Walcott "

Ms. Walcott"

Mrs. " she replied quickly

" your married ?"

"Yes "

He quickly wrote on his pad and look up. You seem so young why are you married"

Is that a personal question "

Its part of the self evaluation,i have to fill out this personal information sheet"

"Oh I married because i was in love "

" aren't you currently married "

"Yes "

"Then why did you say was instead of i am "

" i am very much still in love" she replied in defense

Ash quickly scribbled in his pad and back up again.

"How long have you been marriage "

"How is this going to help me and my condition "

"Like i said before self evaluation and personal iinformation list i need to know you before i can treat you...classified in a category"

"Okay,3 years "

"Tell me why your here"