Louis POV
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"April ninth."
"You know the exact date," he notes.
"Well, it was the day I lost my virginity, what do you expect?" She snaps.
He ignores her tone, "How did it feel?"
My head snaps up, "Okay, no! I have sat through twenty minutes of my daughter talking about all kinds of things with you, and kept my mouth shut. But I will not sit here and listen to 'how it felt' when she lost her virginity. Next freaking question."
"Dad, I wasn't going to answer it anyway," she tells me.
The therapist sets his pencil down, "Mr. Tomlinson, I'm glad you're participating in the conversation now."
"I'm not."
"How does it make you feel?"
"How does what feel?" I felt anger bubbling inside me.
"Your daughter losing her virginity."
"How do I–" I stopped, taking in a deep breath before I lost it, "I'm not answering that.
"Mr. Tomlinson, it'd mean a great deal."
"I don't care."
"Please don't push him," Brianna begs.
"How did you react when you found out?" He asks, folding his hands.
I clench my jaw, "We're here for Brianna."
"It's all part of the package. We can be here for you too, Louis. Do you have someone there for you?"
I was mentally rehearsing what I'd say to Josie when I told her I was firing this therapist, when I answered, "Yes."
"Who, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I have a wife, family, and friends. Can we go back to Brianna now?"
"How did your wife react?"
"We're not talking about my wife."
"Would you mind me calling her then for her input?"
"What? Are you crazy? Hell yeah, I'd mind!"
Brianna rested her chin into her palm.
"If I can't have your wife's input, may I please have yours, Mr. Tomlinson?"
"I already told you no." I was beginning to see red. Nothing but red, slowly but surely.
He continued, "Louis, it would—"
"Bloody hell, I was angry, alright?" I exploded. "I wanted to break something."
"Like now?"
"Like now."
"Continue, please." He picked his pencil back up and I huffed, running a hand over my face. I contemplate just keeping silent treatment until the hour was up, but then Jo's face appeared in my mind and I swore.
"I was just angry, I don't know how else to describe it. I don't think I can even think of a time in my life where I was so angry," I sigh. "Even when I found out my wife was being cheated on, in the past before we were in a relationship, I don't think I was this angry."
"Why were you angry?"
"Why? Because my daughter, who I've absolutely put my all into trying to grow up the best possible, had sex for the first time at 16, when she promised she was waiting till marriage. Not to mention, with a boy I disapproved of from the very start. She could've gotten pregnant. She could've gotten a disease. She could've—something could've gone wrong."
