Nemesis: A Love Story

TESSA

As she steps out of the shower and enters her own room she realizes that it's group day.
She grimaces as she remembers she had agreed to come early and drop off the journal.
She hadn't written in it at all.
Instead she drew pictures of how she feels.
It would have to be good enough. Dr. Mason accepted her drawings, feeling it gave him a greater insight into what was happening in her mind.
She doubts Megan will agree, and in all honesty something about Megan puts her guard up.
She doesn't trust her.
She doesn't want to admit it but she doesn't like the way she looks at him.
The Sun
Lucifer
And the fact that bothers her worries her most.
She has weird conflicting feelings for him.
In most ways she wants him to stay far away from her but there's this small part, a small voice inside her mind that wants him to come closer.
Always closer.
She knows his kind.
Knows him
It would lead to nothing good but that voice is getting louder.
Harder to ignore.
She remembers the feel of his hands on her skin.
How he had held her while her panic attack took hold.
The smell of his aftershave when he was so close to her.
Her mind shifts to that moment at the pool hall.
The look he had given her.
The desire in his eyes.
She closes her eyes to block it out but she can't.
She opens her journal and begins to draw.

When she finishes she looks down at her last entry.
She shouldn't have drawn this.
Much less put it down on paper for someone else to critique and pull apart.
It doesn't matter.
She'll never admit it out loud much less to Megan.
Only she would know who the shadow figure is.
Ever if she buries the knowledge away.
Deep down.
Her eyes drift to the clock. She has to head out.
She's nervous to see him again and almost hopes he doesn't show. She doesn't want to see the pity in his eyes.
He can't see her as weak.
She dresses in a different kind of armour today. Paints on her mask of thick black eye liner.
She can't let him see that he's gotten to her.
She can't.
She puts on her coat. She reaches into the pocket looking for her phone and pulls out a piece of paper, with words and a number elegantly written.

~Just in case you want to hear me talk your head off again, about nothing and everything. Also you know 🍻.
9052744038.
Claire. ~

She feels herself smile in response. It's a foreign thing to her but she pulls out her phone anyway.

Tessa
I'm sorry I had to jet. Family stuff.

It wasn't a lie really.
It doesn't take long for a reply.

Claire
Had to jet? What are you? From the 70s? 😂 Anyway no problem. Had a gr8 time. Up for shenanigans again sometime?

Tessa
Absolutely.

Claire
Now?

Tessa
Have an appointment. Text after?

Claire
Cool. Cool.

The walk there doesn't take long. She's  aware the looks she gets.
She's wearing a black dress and combat boots.
Her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
Her long black trench coat dusting the back of her bare calves.
She wears her headphones and a stone like face. Emanating an energy of approach and suffer the consequences.
She enters the office building and is let through by the security guard. He knows her now. He smiles at her careful to keep his eyes on her face. He smiles a greeting as she passes by.
She walks down the hall. All the desks are empty, all other therapists long gone for the day.
Megan is the only one that does group anyway.
She sees the glass walls of her office ahead and hopes she's not there, so she can just drop it on her desk and bail.
The door is closed
As she draws closer she sees shadows playing against the wall and realizes she's in there.
She's takes a deep breath preparing to knock and stops as her eyes drift through the glass.
She sees them.
On the couch.
She's on top of him.
One leg on each side of his lap.
Her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her blouse around her elbows. Leaving nothing to the imagination.
His pants are down around his ankles.
His head leaning back against the couch. Eyes closed.
She's riding him.
Rising and lowering on his dick.
Her hands with their long red painted finger nails on his chest. Possessively holding him in place. Her head thrown back in ecstasy.
His hands sit loosely on her hips.
"God you feel so good inside me" she pants as she fucks him harder. Her pace faster now.
He doesn't respond.
He doesn't open his eyes.
She grabs his face.
"Look at me!!!"
Her voice half begs, half demands of him.
He slowly opens his eyes. Slow to look at her as she wants.
They're dead eyes, Tessa sees.
He's not there.
He looks lost, almost pained.
How long has this been going on?
She shouldn't be surprised really.
It all makes sense now.
Why does this knowledge hurt so much?
She feels tears forming and doesn't know why.
She wants to go in there and drag the bitch off him by her hair.
Report her.
Protect him.
Even though she knows he had probably entered into this willingly.
He'd probably even pursued her first.
She shouldn't be here she suddenly thinks.
She needs to leave.
Wants to leave
Now.
Unseen.
That's when he sees her.
From over Megan's shoulder.
His mouth drops open like he wants to say something to her.
The look on his face she won't forget for a long time to come.
A look of "please don't see this. Please don't see me like this."
She can't look away from him.
Why does this hurt?
Why do I care?
I can't let myself care.
He's hands grip Megan's hips. Forcing her to stop her grinding of him.
"What?" Tessa hears her say.
Before she can look over her shoulder  and see her, Tessa turns her back to them
both.
She doesn't run.
She can't let him have that.
To see her running away.
She wants to though.
She wants to flee and never come back.
She doesn't realize that she's  twisting the journal until she hears it's spine break.