The Psychiatrist

Chapter Three

    It was satan himself standing in the doorway removing his shoes. His black laptop bag was thrown across the couch with his glasses sitting on top. Has he been at school all day?

"Clark what are you doing here?" I furiously questioned. Clark flat out ignored my question again. Why is he giving me the silent treatment?

"Why haven't you answered any of my phone calls?" Clark asked while walking towards me.

"Why did you do this to my face?" I shot back.

   I tucked the stray strands of hair behind my ear showing him the covered up bruise. I didn't wanna cry again but I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Looking away from me Clark took a deep breath.

"This is why we could never work. Clark you're too much of a monster."

"You know you got some damn nerve. Like your a fucking saint." Clark said. His jaw and fist tightened.

"You were supposed to be in love with me. But when I propose to you, you tell me yes in front of all of my friends and family and then when we're alone you say you can't marry me? How the hell do you think that makes me feel? Happy? Hell no." he shouted.

"I didn't want to embarrass you Clark." I said softly. Lifting my eyes to meet Clark's blue eyes. The harsh dark hues of blue left his eyes instantly.

"It's hard showing up to class knowing what we have or had. I said we can still be together but you would have to give me time and what did you say to me? You told me that you didn't want to be with me if I wasn't going to marry you." I said sounding defeated.

"Yeah but I changed my mind and we had the best two years of our lives after that."

"Clark, those were the worst two years of my life. You were abusive... verbally and physically."

    I wiped the stray tear that was falling down my cheek. Those arguments back then were more terrifying than the one we're having now. He couldn't even look at me now. Clark's eyes stayed trained on the ground.

Sighing "we have been broken up for six months now and I'm doing great. I would like to keep it that way Clark." I said turning my back.

"Seeing you still takes my breath away you know. I miss waking up to your text messages or to you laying in the bed, with your hair sprawled out everywhere. You come in my classroom everyday looking beautiful as ever. It's hard getting over someone when you see them everyday. You walk into the classroom and I can barely teach the lesson because you're distracting me."

Clark paused for a quick second. I turned around so I could face him.

"Clark I don't know what to say."

"I just have to ask, did you or are you fucking Harrison?"

"Oh my god Clark. No I haven't slept with him." I yelled. Completely in tears I shook my head in disbelief.

"Clark I was a virgin when we got together. A virgin." I said wiping my tears.

    I felt like a complete idiot. I'm sitting here explaining myself to him for no reason. We aren't together anymore. Huffing and puffing Clark let out a deep and heavy sigh. Taking my hand into the palm of his hand.

"It's just that you two are always talking in class and partnering up all the time whenever I give an assignment out. Diana I'm sorry okay?" Clark said leaning in to kiss my forehead.

"We're nothing more than friends. You had nothing to worry about when we were dating Clark."

"How about you let me make it up to you." Clark whispered.

    Gripping my chin Clark pulled me into a kiss. My tongue welcomed his willingly. Aggressively and passionately kissing Clark. He's so intoxicating and alluring. I just couldn't get enough of him. His velvety tongue sliding across mines. His hands slid down my shoulders nudging the straps to my bra and tank top. Breaking the kiss I stared into Clark's eyes. Our breaths in sync. Labored and heavy.

"You've been drinking?" Clark whispered.

"Just a little bit." I whispered back to him.

   Clark began to pulling down my tank top. Clark's eyes feasted on my black lace bra. His hands darted out and slowly began caressing my nipples with his thumbs. The sensation of pleasure he was stirring inside of me. Once more our lips found each other. His hands continuously explored my body. I could feel the tops of Clark's hands tugging at the button and zipper of my pants.

"Wait Clark stop." I said Letting out a pinned up moan. I placed my hands on Clark's chest pushing him away.

"Baby please don't I need this... I need you right now." Clark groaned.

    Clark raked his hand through his light brown hair. Staring into my eyes Clark lunged forward and savagely took my mouth. Claiming it as his own. I needed this. Clark slowly backed me into the front door. Placing his leg in between mines, Clark slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He was like a mad man possessed. His kisses became vicious and painful. The pain from the last time he hit me and from earlier had came back. Flooding my mind was my own face covered in tears. My lipstick smeared from his kisses. Bruised arms and shoulders are what the girl in my memories sported.

"Clark stop." I said pushing on his chest.
Immediately dropping his head against mines, Clark slammed his fist onto the wall.

"I don't want to do this." I said.

I was beyond afraid to look into his eyes. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into me. Pulling my arms to cover my chest, I bravely looked into his eyes.

"Why not?" He questioned. Have no fear Diana my conscience screamed.

"Because you're a monster." I said. I flinched, afraid that he would hit me again.

"Oh come I thought we got over this already. I'm sorry baby doll okay? I can't control myself.  You just make me crazy sometimes that's all." Clark said sheepishly.

"You bastard. How dare you say I make you crazy?" I slap him. hard.

   I swallow my spit, fearing for what was next. The last time I hit Clark, he fractured my rib and wrist. My hands fumble with his zipper as I try to make up for my mistake. Gazing into his eyes "Clark, I'm so sorry baby can you please forgive me?" I say freeing his erection.

    I held him tight in my hand squeezing him. In slow little motions I began to move my wrist up and down. Clark's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Clark cupped the sides of my face bringing our faces close to each other. My lips rested on top of his soft lips.

"Do you forgive me Clark ?" I asked softly. Moving my wrist faster I asked Clark the same question again.

"Fuck don't stop Diana," Clark hissed.

"Almost there baby doll." Clark grunted out.

    Right as I felt him tensing up, I opened my hand and released him. Slapping him across his face again. His eyes shot open once more.

"Oh baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you." I whispered as I took him in my hands again.

    Reaching up I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him towards me. My lips crashed into his. Deepening the kiss I could feel him tensing up again. Releasing him one final time

"I'm so sorry baby. I just can't control myself. You just make me crazy sometimes." I said using his words against him. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"You're a bitch. A total little stuck up bitch" he growled.