Unexpected

3 : Therapy

!!WARNING!!

This chapter contains the topic of rape.
If you get triggered easily...
Read at your own risk!

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- Saba's POV -

Dear Journal,

I hate therapy. I was told that writing is therapeutic in a way. Write down how your feeling every day and eventually you will feel better. What a load of shit. I still get panic attacks. I still get nightmares and don't sleep much at night. Talking about it only makes me relive the moments all over again. He keeps saying it will get better but its been three months and nothing has changed. Nothing!
Yesterday, King left me a two hundred dollar tip. What is his deal? That is way too much for his bill and a tip. I plan on giving him his money back... and asking him about that note. I won't be toyed with.

- Saba

- Mugs Of Beans -

I walk into work and Gloria greets me with a smile and a hug.

"Hey Saba!" She shouted excitedly. I furrow my eyebrows and move back.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked. Oh I'm highly suspicious right now. She may be sweet but she's a sneaky old woman.

"Did you get "contacted" last night?" She said using air quotes and winking. There are many times in my life that I wanted to hit someone... but never has it been an old woman until today.

"Okay... first off, no, he hasn't contacted me and that's probably for the best. Second, will you please stop trying to meddle in that section of my life. I am not looking for a date or a boyfriend or a man." I took a breath and tried to calm my nerves. I have to go into therapy later and I already hate being there, but if I show up frustrated and flustered, I get hounded with more than the normal amount of questions.

"Honey, I'm just trying to get you out of your shell. You seem so couped up when it comes to the opposite sex. Although, I don't know why, when you are as beautiful as can be." She smiled. "I'm sorry dear, I know I can be quite overwhelming at times. I gotta compensate for being so fucking short." She laughed. I sighed, smiled and laughed along with her.

"I'm sorry I snapped. I'm already on edge this morning. I have therapy at noon today." Depression and lack of sleep don't help my mood either. I usually try to be happy and cheerful but its all a facade.

"You're a good girl, you just leave when you need to dear." She smiled and patted my cheek. I nodded and headed in the back to get to work.

- 11:45 -

He hasn't shown up. What is up with the male thought process?......... You know what... I'm not gonna stir that pot. Just gonna leave it alone. I just wanted to give him his money back. No one is that generous to give someone they don't know a two hundred dollar tip. It just doesn't happen, and especially not to someone like me.

"Gloria! I'm leaving!" I shouted from the front of the kitchen. I grabbed my purse and waited for a response.

"Alright dear! Be safe!" She shouted back. I walked out and headed to therapy. *rolls eyes* Yay me.