Written: Apr 15, 2018 @ 5:13 PM
Published: May 17, 2018 @ 10:31 PM
Fightin' the truth, trying to hide,
but I think it's alright girl.
Therapy. I've been going once a week with Genéve to the shanty complex building that she insisted on going to, best therapists in the world according to her findings. By that, I mean word of mouth by her Alzheimer's ridden grandmother. Now, I'm not saying that I don't trust her grandma, but I don't trust her grandma.
I continue to go though, I've seen how much it's helped her get through everything.
"Yes, I feel like my body is tense every time I interact with a man, other than Ethan of course," she places her hand on my knee and squeezes it, sending a smile my way, "I think he's the reason I'm doing so much better than last year."
Margaret, the therapist (clearly), nodded and wrote down pinpoints of what Genéve spoke about. "And why do you think you tense up?"
She crossed her legs and leans back on the old couch, "I'm not sure...I want things to be back to normal, how I used to be easy going and care free. I felt that again when I moved to Jersey but after an incident recently," she trails off, looking to her right, not wanting to make eye contact with me, "I lost it."
Margaret clicks her black ballpoint pen and sets her small notebook down, placing her hands on her knees. "Here's what I want you to do, forget about your past. I understand that it'll be a struggle but focus on the now. You can try this by, for example, hanging out with Ethan more," she motions toward me with her hand. "Or maybe start practicing meditation, it'll help you focus on individual parts of your body, enhancing your senses and releasing any tension or stress that you hold in your life."
Genéve nodded and smiled. She then got up and dismissed herself from the session, I followed after her, giving the kind lady and small wave.
We both walked out of the building onto the cracked concrete. We had to walk a couple of blocks to get to my car, we were in the 'ghetto' side of town and I wasn't about to get my nice car stolen or damaged. The building walls were covered in graffiti, trash littered the ground, there were barely any people on the sidewalk and if anyone were to pass by us, they would most likely be wearing a hoodie, tatted up to the brim. Now you can see my concern.
"So how do you feel about today's session?" I asked Genéve, my hands were stuffed in my pockets due to the 40 degree weather.
"Well," she adjusted the white beanie on her head, "I feel that if I put my mind to it, I can overcome my past. I sort of did it once, why can't I do it again?"
I chuckled, "Now that's the spirit."
She grabbed onto my arm and held onto, most likely for warmth the rest of the way to the car. We reached it in a minute or two and got in, becoming more chilled.
"Anything else?" I asked, turning on the heater in the BMW, then putting my seatbelt on.
She rose her hands to the heater to warm them, her seatbelt already on, "Nope..." She trailed off.
There was something she wasn't telling me but I let it go. I understand that she may not want to share all her feelings with me. Her eyes shifted between the window and her hands as she tried to avoid conversation. This happened every Thursday, she refused to speak to me until I pulled up to her apartment complex. Sometimes I worry for her, I hate to see her bottle up whatever she isn't telling me and I pray to god that she's at least letting it out to Sophie. Even though I would love to know what was in that beautiful mind of hers. But it's alright, I can wait.
A/N: this is just here to clear shit up... grayson didn't love genéve, it was all just lust. why did he leave her? to lead into this story line. i'd never make grayson look like the bad guy unless there was a purpose, not sure if genéve and gray will ever come to terms in this book but just know that he was never attached to her
