My Girl

Therapy session

"Where you in Paris?" I fired at Bob, my therapist.
He stopped talking and smiled.
"You want to know how I got this information?" He glanced at me with an arched eyebrow.
I shook my head, shocked at how much information he revealed. He put his pen and paper on the side table and removed his spectacles. I couldn't blame him, I mean he was quite old now.

"You do realize that your wife used to attend therapy here right?" He stared at me whilst massaging his weak knees with his withered hands.
"Well I know she came once," I replied.
He smiled faintly.
"Three times actually," he finally spoke.
"Who was paying?" I spoke out, shocked.
"This guy named Asher," he said, "they both came for help sometimes."
The therapist rubbed his tired eyes. He glanced at his watch and pursed his lips. It was past his bedtime. He looked at the intimidating gun and sighed. It was already ten in the evening.
"We'll talk tomorrow," I pointed the gun at him, "don't you dare talk to the fucking police."
He nodded his head and covered his mouth in agreement.

We both moved out and the car skidded across the tarmac road. The white, Range Rover Sport rode at great speeds.

The full moon radiated with pride on the black background with stars winking in the cold abandoned streets of Sydney. It glowed  vigorously on the speedy car. I clenched my fist on the wheel. I wasn't going to hurt him, I looked at the gun on the passenger seat. I was going to frighten him a little until every secret is exposed.

"Thank you, thank you," the applause subsided as I held the microphone.
'Today was incredible,'  the text message illuminated the dark theatre.
She turned around and met Asher's gaze. He winked and looked at the stage. Keisha bit her lip and replied the message.
'I know we shouldn't be doing this but I'm craving for more,' the message was sent.
She continued smiling at her current boyfriend on the stage, Andrew.
"I would like to thank my girlfriend, who has been very supportive!" I shouted in the mic as I saw Keisha waving her hand in the air for everyone to see her.Everyone clapped their hands.
"Thank you once again," I leaped off the stage.

"Wait!" I raised my hand to shut him up, "they texted?"
The therapist removed his spectacles and squinted his eyes to read the morning clock. It was four hours until lunch and he desperately needed to sleep. Meanwhile, I hardly slept. I gulped lots of coffee daily and I was shaking uncontrollably every time.
"Apparently they did," he wiped his spectacles and wore them.

He stared  at the crackling fire and columns of smoke escaping through the chimney. The house was ancient with black and white portraits that spread across the hallway. I placed the shiny mug on the coffee table, beside the Matt black gun.
Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted our conversation. I quickly jerked off my seat, took my gun and ran to the nearest lavatory. The main door opened and my eyes grew wider. A familiar face, beautiful but cunning. Was it Keisha? The baby held the lady's hand.
"Joanna," I whispered, "what the hell?"

Light danced through the enormous stage as the DJ played his mix. It was a lovely concert with so many girls to spare.
"Up next," the booming speakers echoed, "we have..."
"Dude," Asher interrupted me, "those girls are checking you out, bro," he laughed and patted me on the back.
I cast a glance at the two beautiful girls and they both laughed.

"Hey there," I approached them.
"Hey!" They screeched with excitement.
"What are you two beautiful ladies doing here?" I gulped my wine.
"Just enjoying the show. I'm Joanna by the way," she smiled and walked away.
She met my gaze and patted the seat she was sitting on.

I ran and sat next to her and shook her soft hand.
"Andrew!" I shouted to supersede the blaring noise.
"It's great to meet you," she grabbed my juice and drank it, slowly, staring deep into my eyes.
"Likewise," I stared at her, longingly.
"I'm Samantha," Joanna's friend approached us.
"Nice to meet you, Samantha," I greeted her, "I'm Andrew," I introduced myself.
"My friend really likes you," she giggled.
"Samantha!" Joanna laughed, "I'm sorry for that," she apologized.
"I don't mind," I replied, "I really think you're beautiful," I scooted closer.
"I..think I'm gonna go," Samantha called out.
Joanna waved her away as if she was a servant whilst staring at me, admiring my marble eyes.

I peered out the door and there she was, holding the baby.
"If you ever see him, let me know okay?" She moved out.
"We'll talk later," I said moving out of the lavatory.
I got into the Velar and got to the hotel. I couldn't sleep in my own bed after sleeping with Keisha in it. The memories never faded and I needed to clear my head.
The door beeped and I opened it. I dived on top of the bed and laid there, till my eyes couldn't stand to see the world anymore.