Holy Angel

31. See you Laters & Therapy

Miya
Back in Chicago, a week later

"You do know this is your third week coming here and you have yet to tell me anything different?" He arched his brow at her with his eyebrow raised. He continuously tapped the edge of his pen on his clipboard impatiently.

"I do not have to tell you anything about my life." The words flooded from her lips nonchalantly. She watched her therapist, who name she did not care to learn, watched the gloss on her lips sparkle.

"Well miss Miya, why are you here then?" He placed the clipboard down beside him and folded his leg on top of the other. He tilted his head to the side.

Miya knew he was interested in her. The way he looked at her, the way the room would heat up when she'd walk in. The way he would wipe his sweaty palms down his pants. He'll loosen his tie from around his neck or even cover the bulge in his pants with the clipboard.

"You already know why I am here. Court orders." Miya folded her arms over her exposed chest. He watch his eyes slowly trail it's way down to her chest then back up to her eyes.

"I want you to tell me, why did you go to court?"

"I fought this girl, and I stomped her head into the ground."

"Where is the girl now?"

"In the hospital in critical condition." Miya squinted her eyes at him.

He gulped down then shook his head. Little beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

"Do you feel bad that you put her in the hospital, and caused her family pain?"

"Maybe fifteen percent of me feel bad about what I've done to her." Miya ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth and tilted her head to the side.

"Only fifteen percent? Not even seventy-five percent?" He arched his brow.

"No."

"Okay." He mumbled under his breath while writing on his clipboard.

"This session isn't going anywhere, so I'm just to let you sit there until time is up."

"No, you sit there until time is up." Miya pointed a finger at him. "I'm going to get my pussy ate." Miya stood to her feet and grabbed her purse.

"What is a seventeen year old doing participating in sexual activity, especially when they've been sexually abused and raped?" He arched his brow.

Miya scoffed at him and laughed.

"When I want it, I want it. When I don't want it, I say no. The meaning of no is the refusal to do something. I'm not refusing head therefore it's not rape." Miya rolled her eyes. She fixed the strap on her purse and headed for the door.

"Miya wait." He grabbed on her wrist and pulled her back.

Miya looked down at his hand on her and then back up at him.