Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Introducing Amanda

I nodded understandable.
"So, and that made you upset about the situation?", I asked.
She quickly looked away, grabbing the hem of her skirt, squeezing it in the palm of her hand, carefully touching the material.
"Kind of", she responded, exhaling the air that was stuffed in her lungs as long as she thought of what she would say as responds.
I adjusted my seat in the cold leather chair, playing with the pen in my hand, scrolling it through each finger before I decided to write down essential words that would be nessecary for the following meetings.

I was working as a psychologist for over three years now but none of these people affected me that much with their story, or their problems as she did at this very moment.
'Poor Valerie', I thought, looking at her in a way I was usually not supposed to look at clients.
It was creed, but it feelt like preventional creed.
Actually I didn't knew why but it felt wrong and I didn't knew why I was feeling this way.

We agreed for another session the next day, her mental state got worse the longer we talked about her problems.
I handed her a tissue, "It's ok", I said.
She kindly took it.
Softly touching the parts under her eyes, desperately not wanting to smear her mascara all over her face.
She signed, "Thanks Ms. Langdon that you had time for me".
She stood up, grabbing her coat and left my office.

I folded the papers, laid them in the 'Valerie folders', stuffed them in my bag and went home.
My mind went back to her story as long as my ride home took.
My clients come with the deepest stuff to me, and I'm glad that they trust me in all ways possible, so does Valerie.
I simply can't believe that she works as a prostitute. It's nothing to be ashamed of working in this business, but appart from that she is not even sixteen years old.
"Tell me ,what else can I do Ms. Langdon?, I need the money for my little siblings, for buying food.. I have to do this".
Her words kept replaying in my mind. 

I pulled into the driveway of our house.
Michael smiled from the window down on me.
I smirked, feeling my cheeks lightly blush.
I grabbed my purse from the backseat, the little diamont from my engagement ring glittered in the sunbeams.
Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to got a man like him.
For me he's perfect in any way possible, a kind and warm-hearted man that understands me even when I have a bad day.
In a few month we celebrate our fifth anniversary.