Cuts and Romance

Chapter 8: Sunday Date

"Nathan what the hell ate you doing here?" I shouted.

He just smiled and fixed his longsleeves. And looked at my mom as if telling her to explain. So my mom looked at me and said "Mary, Nathan is here to well.... Uhm to get a more deeper insight into you. He said the theraphy wont be held here but rather in the place of his own choosing. Your father and i put our faith in him so you have nothing to worry about."

Nathan grinned and said "let's go to the park shall we?"

Again for the second time in a row im in complete shock. I finished my breakfast surrounded in deafening,super akward silence. I put my cup and plate in the sink completely aware that they are all staring at me. I got upstairs again and did a quick shower and put on my faded birthday gift shirt.
I went downstairs only to see Nathan smiling at my mom and headed straight torwards me.

He reached for my hand and asked "Are you ready for this?"

I could only stare being so dumbstruck by this simple gesture. Seeing my discomfort he released my hand and opened the door for me. Outside there was a car waiting. Not just any car but a very very very nice Ford Shelby Mustang. Nathan laughed when he saw me ogling the car. He steered me towards the car and then again he displayed enormous amount of chivalry by opening the door for me.

"This is a bloody Ford Shelby Mustang. Where the hell did you get this?" I asked in awe.

He grinned and said "Thats a story for another time. Let's focus on you first."

I frowned and said "How come im not allowed to know you? Are patients not allowed to know their doctors?"

He looked at me with his dark brown eyes with so much intensity that i had to believe what he was going to say "I told you, it's story for another time." He started the car and looked away. "You're the first person to ask me that Mary. Most people are too absorbed by themselves that soon enough they only see themselves. To them it's like the world revolves around them." As he said this i noticed him gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. And as he rolled up his sleeves. I notice an array of cuts. Razor cuts.