A False Sense of Security

Chapter 30

We pull up to a brick building and Aiden waits for me to get out.

My anxiety is eating me away. I close my eyes and take deep breathes. I take one last deep breathe and open the door.

I lean against my side of the car and wait for Aiden to come around. He comes over to me and grabs my waist.

"Take all the time you need," He whispers to me.

"I'm just trying to make sure I don't have an anxiety attack," I tell him.

"NOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO THAT HELL!" A girl being pulled from her car yells.

"Maybe I should just go in and get it over with," I say and start walking towards the door.

We go in the building and go up to the 7th floor. I walk into the front area and go up to the reception area.

"Hello! What can I do for you?" The lady asks me. She looks behind me and sees Aiden. "Hello, Aiden, I haven't seen you in awhile."

"Hey, Ms. Jenson. I'm just here for Kiara Anders," He says putting his hand on my waist. "She has an appointment at 3:30,"

The lady looks at me, again, judgement in her eyes. I can tell. I give her a small smile. She smiles back and looks at Aiden.

"You picked a good one," she states. "You can go in, now," she looks to me again. "Aiden will direct you to his office."

"Thank you," I say and start to walk through the door. Aiden grabs my hand and walks in front of me.

"It's just down the hall 3rd door on your left," Aiden informs. "In case you need to come here by yourself,"

"I'm sure when I come here on my own I'll be able to find your fathers office on my own." I state.

"Who says you'll be coming here alone," He retorts.

"I'm sorry but are you the one in therapy?" I ask and raise my eyebrow at him. Silence. "Didn't think so,"

I opened the door and walked in.

"Kiara! Nice to see you, again. I heard so much about you from last week! Good and bad, but we're here to fix it!" Mr. Marino greets me.

Has Aiden been some kind of recorder and has been telling his dad about my personal shit? Oh My God. I look at Aiden with accusing eyes. He gives a smile and shrug. I glare at him.

"Can Aiden step out for this?" I ask Mr. Marino, not even looking at Aiden.

He looks between me and Aiden. "Sure," He finally says. "Aiden please go wait in the waiting room."

I don't look back and go sit down, slumping into my chair and crossing my arms.

I hear a sigh, shuffling, and a door closing.

I sigh deeply and keep my eyes fixed on a notepad. There were drawing utensils next to it, also.

"I see you are interested in the drawing materials," Mr. Marino says, making me look at him. His hair and facial structure are like Aiden's. His mom must have given Aiden his eyes. "Bruce told me that your an excellent artist. I thought we could try a therapeutical technique that you would be comfortable with,"

I smile. "Thank you. That was very thoughtful of you." I point towards the table with the drawing supplies. "May I?"

"Go right head, take as much time as you need to get ready."

"Thank you, again." I say and get up. I take everything off the table and bring it back to my chair.

I put all the drawing utensils on the table next to my chair. I sit down criss cross on the chair. I put the notepad in my lap and open it to a fresh, new page. I grab a pencil and look at him.