Love Bitten: The Revamp

Chapter 2 - Home Visit

// I really struggled with writing this chapter, I got no idea why. 

The next day, I woke up on my torn up couch. I let out a small groan as I sat up slowly, my head was throbbing. Headaches are a pain in the ass...I swear....

 Then, I heard my doorbell go. "Fuck off!" I yelled at it before wincing at the pain in my head. I then sat up before standing on my two feet. I walked over to the kitchen before taking some paracetamol. I was still wearing my work uniform, and I stink of sweat. Can that person come at a better time?! 

I walked over to the bathroom, which was on the same floor. I live in a small flat, in case you were wondering. I took off my clothes before I quickly took a shower. I ignored the bell which had rung again. It could be the therapist, but I don't care. I just want to get away from this place. A few minutes later, I stood out of the tiny tub before wrapping a towel around my body. I ran from the bathroom to the bedroom. 

After I got dressed in something more me, I went to answer the door. "Hello, Ms Zoe. I am Terry, your therapist. May I come in?" Terry asked me. I opened the door wider as a reply to come in to my shit flat. 

"Have I come at a bad time?" Terry then asked me. She looked too young to be a therapist to be honest. Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a blazer with black trousers and a pink top underneath. 

"No, you haven't. I just had a rough day yesterday." I told her. She nodded at me before she started to snoop around my flat. 

"How long have you had this flat?" she asked me, while looking around. 

"Almost six months." I replied, answering her question. "I see. Why is it in such a state?" 

'Why is it such a state?' Maybe because I have been working and haven't had time to clean my flat? 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable...."

"How old are you?" I asked her, cutting her off from saying anymore shit. 

"20 years old." she told me. 20 years old? Alright...

"Anyway, this is not a session. This is just a home visit." she explained to me. "A home visit to see how bad my flat is?" I asked her. This shocked her a bit. I decided to continue talking to her.

"Look, I don't get paid enough money for my rent as it is over a thousand pounds, I got a few weeks to get the fuck out of here, otherwise I will be thrown in prison. That is the reason why I am like this." 

Then, I watched her take her phone out of her blazer pocket, going to ring someone. 

"If you want to take a fucking phone call, go outside and never come back. I don't need you telling me that everything is alright when it's not alright. Do you understand me?" I asked her in a serious tone before she nodded, still completely in shock. 

I then watched her walk towards the door and left without a word. Good. I can sort my own problems out. I calmed my breathing before I walked back into my bedroom, going to take a nap as I was exhausted from my shift from hell. 

I laid down on my single soft mattress, before I closed my eyes. 

I suddenly felt like someone watching me in the corner of my room, making me feel comfortable at last. Who could it be?