Accidents II

Chapter 23

Damon's POV

I wake up to Mia next to me, with her arms wrapped around me. I don't want to move, but I got to go to my first session. Richard called last night, giving me the address and everything.

I move Mia's leg off of me and tuck her into the blanket. She moans in her sleep and pouts her lips. I kiss the top of her head, her hair is sprawled everywhere on the pillow and she smells like vanilla.

...

When I get to the address, all i witness is a flat building with wide staircases on each end. Richard told me to find the door that has the number 33 on it. When I finally find it, I knock.

A man with a beard opens the door. He looks older than me...probably in his late forties? He swallows, "Damon..Landers?"

I nod.

"You're...just on time," he greets me inside.

I walk in and the room looks spotless. I sit on one of the cushioned couches making myself comfortable. He sits on the chair in front of me. It smells like windex and cardboard in here.

"How was the drive here?" he widely smiles.

I look at him. Then I pull out my cigarette. I already hate it here.

He nervously laughs, "Your not allowed to smoke in the building, but since it's your first day I'll reconsider,"

I nod and puff and look around the place. I spot his wallet on his desk and he notices me staring at it, but yet he doesn't move it. It's like he doesn't care.

"Since I know your name, it's only proper for you to know mine. I'm Cory," he reaches out his hand for me to shake and i shake it.

"Richard seems like he really likes you. He told me your a friend of his son, Austin."

"Yeah-Do you have some water?" I ask.

"Oh..yeah," he nervously laughs again. "I'll go get you some,"

I watch him leave the room, then my eyes instantly land on his loaded black leather wallet. I try to stay seated but can't help myself. I get up and look back at the door behind me.

My hands start to trail on his book shelves to his desk. There's piles of notebooks, a computer, his lunch and that fucking wallet. I open it and find stacks of green thin paper in the pockets. There's too many of it and it smells fucking great.

I hear footsteps coming near and I jolt back into my seat with the wallet in my hands. I shove the wallet in the front of my pants as he walks in with three bottles of water, setting it down on the table next to me.

Cory looks up at me. I awkwardly smile with my front row teeth showing...only if i could see how fucking stupid and guilty i look right now. He chuckles at me.

I grab the bottle, open it and crush the bottle as the water enters my mouth. I wipe my mouth with the palm of my hands.

"Damon, what do you want to accomplish from these sessions?" He says randomly. "what do you hope to get in therapy?"

"Help on my anger,"

He nods a couple of times, "Have you tried meditating?"

"What?"

"Meditating; breathing in and out..etcetera,"

"I box,"

"Maybe prefer something more...calming?"

"I get high," I say.

"Clearly," he chuckles, looking at the cigarette in my hand. "How old are you?"