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"I UNDERSTAND that you don't want to be here, you're parents are worried Miss Jensen. I want to help you get back on track with your life."
It was a week after Chrissy's operation. The pain was excruciating, mentally and physically. She felt like, yet again, something had been taken away from her. It was something that was hers and Jeff, something that could have kept her happy knowing he was apart of that life, but she lost that too.
The therapist had a long nose, just the right size for his enormous glasses to rest on. He led back as far as possible into his old arm chair, pen and paper in hand and slouched. Almost like he didn't want to be there as much as she did.
"I'm fine. I keep telling them and fine and they don't believe me." Chrissy felt like with the therapists attitude to his high paid job she could really air out her anger and frustration.
"Maybe that's because, Christina, fine is merely a cover up word when there's too much to say."
She looked taken back at his honest words, she crossed her legs over before nodding, deciding it was time to open up, even if it was to a clever man being paid to sit there and write notes.
"Start from the beginning." He said, encouraging her to begin.
"I met Jeff by helping tutoring him, I think he liked me a lot, enough to ask me out at least. We went out for over a year, fell in love until we were both in a car crash. He didn't make it, but I did. Everyday after that just got worse, it still does. It rips me apart more and more everyday. It started to get a bit easier until I had an operation last week, because of an ectopic pregnancy, with his baby..." she sighed deeply, the tears prickling.
"I just feel like I can't do anything right and that I can't trust anybody anymore. I feel like one day at a time I'm losing something and the next I'm remembering or learning something that tears me apart more." She was referring to Hannah to the tapes.
"What did you remember and learn?"
She looked up hesitating, seeing him scribbling down notes. Would it be safe to tell him?
"Nothing you say can leave this room, Christina. It stays between me and you, between the both of-"
"I was raped. He was my friend and he raped me." It felt good to say it out loud, despite what it was. It felt like a weight was being taken off her shoulders with everything she was telling him.
"When was this?"
"Few months back."
The therapist immediately looked uncomfortable but he fought against it clearing his throat. "I can help you. There are support centers and there is the police to make sure it never happens to another person under that sick guys hands ever again."
She looked up at him, shaking her head. "Everything will just get worse." Tears stated falling from her eyes.
"Bryce get off me!" "Jeff doesn't matter right now, we can have fun."
"You don't need to decide right now, you can think about it, we have several more appointments scheduled together."
