A Forbidden Fruit

Chapter Thirteen

A/N:
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I know it's been a long time but it's just that lately I haven't been feeling myself and I haven't been motivated to write/ keep going with this story. But I am trying my best for you guys! I love you so much and hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Song of Chapter: Remedy, by Adele

I pushed my seat back and forth as I listened to the stories of all the people that surrounded me that for some reasons wanted not only Dr. Rafferdy's help but all of our help. I mean that's what a support group is for; so that we all support each other and reach out to each other so that we can understand that we aren't the only ones out here in this world that are struggling with our own thoughts. I know this is all meant to help one another and I don't want to sound like the emo of the group but this is all bullshit. We aren't going to miraculously feel better because we decide that talking to other people with their own problems helps us relate and unite together and fight all of the negative beings in our life.

That's just not how it works.

We aren't The Avengers.

"Emma, how's a penny for your thoughts?" Dr. Rafferdy's questions make everyone turn to me, the expressions plastered on their face show confusion, some concern, and some even show an expression much like my own. I like to call that expression, "I could give less of a crap for any of you people and your troubles, So can I please go home now?"

"How about a million?" I respond whilst setting the chair back down to the ground.

"Wow, those thoughts must be very important and sacred if they're worth a million dollars to hear about."

"I guess you'll never know without those million dollars."

"Don't you worry those thoughts will be out when they're ready to come out, there's no reason why they should come out so soon." Doctor Rafferdy states, "Sometimes we don't realize it but at most time us humans no all the answers to our problems, but we are just too afraid to admit it. That's why we come to other humans to seek another perspective, to seek another answer, to maybe even confirm your answer. But that does not mean that we will do it so easily. First, we digest our problem. We try to understand why it's here, how it's here, and how we can make it go away. Then after you try to come up with a reasoning to the problem you turn your head to the other side and refuse to even admit that there was ever a problem, to begin with. But here's where it gets you. When you turn yourself away the problem will always be there tapping right at your soldier. There is no way out, one tiny problem can and will drive you into insanity. This is why we must support each other and share with each other. We must help ourselves confront our problems not alone but together. Because there is strength in numbers."

Doctor Rafferdy looked around the room letting his words soak in each one of us, then suddenly a voice I thought I wouldn't hear throughout this session begins to talk. I look over at Christian with a questioning look. My mind had yet not understood what he was doing.

"Doctor Rafferdy if I may, I know I'm not one of your patients but I'd like to talk about my thoughts."

"Of course Christian, go right ahead."

Christian cleared his throat and brought his hands together before beginning to bring out his words that he had decided to share with us. I looked towards the ground, I wasn't looking forward to listening to more people complain about their lives, especially Christian.

"I believe I was around the age of seven when I first saw my father hay his hands on my mother." I looked over at him, shocked by someone ever laying a hand on Rachael. I hadn't known the woman long enough to know much about her but I surely understood that no women should ever go through that pain.

"My father never laid a hand on me, it was always my mom that he used as a punching bag. As a child, you ask yourself if that kind of thing is normal. You ask yourself:

Is it normal for my dad to drink so much?

Is it normal for him to come home with bruises and scratch marks all over his body?

Is it normal for him to bring other women into our home?

Is it normal for my mother to be continuously hit and tossed around like a ragdoll?"

Christian takes a shaky breath and rubs his hands on his face, at that moment I wanted to hug him, he was showing his vulnerable side. This side was just so much different than the side he had shown me the first time we met.

"As I grew older I began to realize what going on, I began to realize that my dad was manwhore drunk that loved to beat his wife whenever he felt the need to. I also began to realize that my mother deserved better than what she had. She deserved a man that was going to love her not one that was going to hit her. And now she had finally found him, and she is completely and utterly in love with him. Not day goes by when she doesn't call to talk about how good of a man he is. But there's just one catch, I like my mom's boyfriend's daughter."

At that very moment, I wanted to get up from my chair and leave.

What the hell was he doing?

Why would he admit to something like that, especially when everyone knows that I could most likely be the girl he likes.

This in a way makes us look like two incest freaks, and let me just say right now I am not for that type of nastiness.

"I know that it's disgusting in a way because she should be like a sister to me, but I had met her before I even knew who her father was and she's something special and I just know it. But that obviously starts up problems, and I just keep asking myself:

Are my future and happiness worth my own mother's?

I want to say no because my mother should have a right to live her life happily.

But then again I'm selfish and I want my liking for that girl to grow strong and even though it scares the crap out of me deep inside I feel excited to finally find someone who makes me feel safe.

A/N:

Are you guys surprised about what Christian has shared?

How do you guys feel about Rachael and Richard?

Also: What do we hope to see in the next chapter?