The next day
Sophia's POV
I had gone back to the mental facility to talk to Mrs. Perkins.
I wanted a better understanding of what he was going through. It would help me understand him better and it would let me know where our future stands.
Something in Abel was triggered the other day.
I didn't know if I caused it or what, but I was hoping that Mrs. Perkins could tell me something about what his condition was.
I walked into her office and sat down.
"Good morning." I said.
"Hello, Ms.Galliano. I'm glad you could make it." I shook her hand and sat down in the chair that was across from her. "You know you really scared my staff yesterday..."
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Well, I suppose we should just get right to it. You know that Abel has Dissociative identity disorder."
"Yeah. Same thing as multiple personality disorder, right?"
"Yes my dear. It's the same illness, just renamed. You're aware of that but he also has HPD."
I frowned at her.
"Wha-what is that?"
"Before I tell you I wanna make sure so, I'm going to ask you some questions.
"That's fine."
"How long have you known Abel?"
"Um since 2011. I met him in the fall of 2011."
"How?"
"I walked right up to him, actually. I was pretty wild then."
"Wild?"
"Yeah..."
I said crossing my legs.
I started thinking about that night and Abel.
"Sophia?"
"Yes?" I said looking up at her.
"Did you hear me?" I stared at her blankly and then shook my head.
"No."
"I said, you and Abel got close very quickly?"
"Yeah. I guess you could say that. I mean he really latched on to me and I wasn't use to that, you know? So I figured I'd deal. He was cool and we were having a good time. He was a good distraction for me...But-"
"But what?"
"He fell hard for me...And don't get me wrong, I was falling for him too, but he...He was ruthless and he made sure I knew just how ruthless he was."
"How so, love?" She asked as she scribbled down in her pad.
"He was possessive, but I didn't mind it."
She stopped writing and looked up at me.
"You know your former fiance described you as a masochist? Would you agree to that statement?"
I laughed to myself an turned my head towards the window.
"I thought this was about Abel..." I said.
"Ms.Galliano, I have to examine the relationships of the patient."
"Shit. Fine, so are you asking if I'm a masochist , masochistic whatever the fuck, you're asking if I like pain right?"
