On My Own A Diggy Simmons Love Story Book 3

Chapter 82: Therapy

Elana P.O.V

After talking with Diggy I felt refreshed. I think I let some things go that made me feel better inside but I’m still holding on to stuff that I’m not ready to tell anyone. Daniel and mom scheduled this appointment today with some therapist named Mr. Shultz. I’m not enthusiastic about going but it’s worth a try. I followed Diggy to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in now regretting my decision. I sat in silence and looked out the window as he drove away from home. When I saw the sight of skyscrapers, I looked at Diggy who was now in thinking mode. I wanted to go to central park but question is will he let me? I looked at the radio clock. 2:55pm.

Elana: Diggy can I go to central park?

Diggy: If I let you go do you promise you will go to therapy?

Elana: Yes unless something comes up which I doubt.

Diggy: Audrey I’m serious. You have to get better and do this for us. I really want to be with you but I don’t I can anymore. If you don’t do this or at least try I’m going to be extremely upset at you because you could have said no to this idea.

I froze in my seat. These are words that I knew he would say some day. Even Khalil knew it was going to happen. He didn’t necessarily know what Diggy was holding on to that kept Daniel from breaking up with me but it was going to wear out. Only Khalil told me what to do next in the situations that would make it easier for me to think but I was unsure this time.  Diggy pulled over and I started to feel sick because I was over thinking everything in the future. Questions like what are you without him? What will you do next? Are you afraid; ran through my mind like a relay race. I have to get out of this car. I opened the door and put my legs out into the street. As I tried to get up Diggy pulled me in and I closed the door.

Diggy: You’re not leaving without a kiss

I let him kiss me on lips and my body released it’s stiffness on Diggy leaving me like putty in his arms. My body temperature was warming up and I pulled away flustered in redness.

Diggy: Don’t worry about what I said. I shouldn’t have said that about us at least not now. Go take a walk in the park. But when it’s time just go down the street towards that way *points* and the office building should say 2314.

Elana: Alright.

I closed the door and walked onto the sidewalk. I crossed the street and entered the park. I feel relaxed but something doesn’t seem right. I walked deeper into the park and looked at the direction of a screaming girl being dragged to a van by a older man. This wasn’t my business and  I shouldn’t be putting myself in danger. So I turned around to leave out but the girl’s scream was stabbing my ears causing me to get closer; Tristen. Why me? Why?! I looked at the time; 3:00pm. It’s either Tristen or Diggy. I automatically chose Tristen but as I ran towards the nearest taxi, a voice was beating me up inside my head for not listening to Daniel.

Follow that van is what I told the driver who sped forward one car behind the van. We past the skyscraper I was supposed to go in making me feel worried. I called the office and got on the line with the therapist who was ever so calm in a situation like this.

Elana: I can’t make it. But I do want to reschedule a face to face meeting because I’m willing to see a therapist for my boyfriend. Is there anyway we could make arrangements to talk over the phone?

Mr. Shultz: Sure. Just call me and set up and over the phone appointment and I will be right there listening to whatever is on your mind.

I smiled to that. He didn’t seem like the type who was going to judge anything I had to say. I like that and I needed that at this point. I sulked down in my seat after talking to him. Why was Tristen even in central park; especially wearing a sun dress and heels. This sickening ride lasted a little longer before we came into a broke down neighborhood. He came to a stop and I watched as he pulled her into the house for a few moments and then he left in his van again. I paid the driver and ran to the half boarded house. I threw a rock at the window and pulled off the boards. I got in and saw the now crying Tristen passed out. I untied her and dragged her out the house careful not to fall down because of the heels. I dragged her along the sidewalk almost dropping her here and there but then the van was coming back so I dumped her in a bush that was a couple houses down and hid next to her. I watched as he got out the van and noticed the broken window. He ran inside and came out furious. He got back in the van and accelerated in the direction he thought she went. I was stuck here until she woke up