〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰

Chapter 10 〰 Unloveable

Lia's POV

"Hello I came here for Dr. Lynch."

Sigh.

Even going to my appointment and asking for it drives me shy.

I was shrunk, shaking, fiddling with my arms and fingers just for asking for an appointment.

And the response made it even worse...

"I'm sorry but the current appointment which is about to end was the last for today. Do you want to-"

"I'll see you next week at that time, sounds good? Lia! You're up next," Dr. Lynch showed up from behind the gliding door and I mentally and physically relaxed.

Coping with socialism to me is very hard...I can barely walk up to someone and say hello.

Even Jackson being my friend is totally new to me. It hurts, wanting to open up to any friend while imaginative handcuffs seem to bother and stop me. I've wished for the day where I could show my real true self, my demons.

Even if it's not going to happen now, I'm sure it will anytime soon. To Jackson? Another friend? To my father? It never mattered to me.

"Sir, Uhm I don't see her name registered..."

"It's alright, I was the one to inform her to come today," he smiled at me, making my shy state relax and I became 'averagely shy' instead of 'fucking shy' .

The secretary smiled at me apologetically and I slowly walked to the doctor, seeing him move to side, allowing me first.

My backpack was off beside the couch and I turned around to look at him. I immediately blushed realizing how he noticed I changed my jeans into jean shorts.

"So how have you been lately?"

"I-I'm good, thanks. Slowly improving day by day, yourself?" I smiled, taking in the warmth and comfort of the decor around me.

Little did I know, one day I'll find myself comfortable in a psychologist's office.

"Oh it's not about me, now."he chuckled before turning to his desk leaving out some papers.

I felt a slight burn inside me, feeling guilty for him, and blurted out, "not just because you're the one to grant help, means that you shouldn't seek it for yourself whenever you need it."

He stopped his working hands, almost frozen and taken back from what I had said. The way his state was immediately exchanged made me regret everything I confessed.

Was it wrong? Offensive?

I'm just a silly, awkward, little girl who doesn't know no nothing about psychology.....

Yet.

He slowly turned around, a smile spread across his features, whispering, "I thinking we're going to be great friends."

"Yeah I don't think I'd be telling a stranger my deepest darkest secrets," I recited what he had said in our last session, before he walked, the same, dreamy smile given to me with so much tender.

"Now," he let out a deep breath before pointing out to the big lounge chair. "How about we take that to the next level."

I slowly walked up to it, my sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor. They were off in a matter of seconds by an order from him, and I lounged down on the luxurious-like cushioned chair as he sat beside me on a big chair.