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Four

*Cecilia Solar

It's 5:23 p.m, when I arrive at Alec's place.

Alec lives in a two story brown house, even though he lives alone. Strange.

Alec is and has been my therapist since I was twelve years old. According to my brothers, I started having nightmares and blackouts when I was around eleven years old.

They said that I would wake up screaming bloody murder at random times of the night.

The doctors my brothers had taken me to had tried different medications but I still couldn't sleep through the whole night. My brothers had tried different therapists before Alec, mostly women, but my brothers said I would hardly speak to any of them.

Alec Cortez was young at the time that he became my therapist but my brothers gave him a try because he was recommended by a friend.

Somehow I opened up to Alec. I started looking forward to our meetings because I felt like he understood me and it was hard to find someone who understood me.

Now, Alec is 32 years old and he's helped me a lot in the six years that I've known him. He helped me understand what I felt when I was younger and why I had those certain nightmares, most that I don't remember.

Even though he's now a family friend, I know that what we talk about is confidential.

I knock four times, pause, then knock two more times. He'll know it's me.

I hear some noises and talking before I'm greeted by the sight of a tall, blonde blue eyed man.

I'll tell you this, if Alec was younger, I would totally go for him. Hell, to be honest, age doesn't matter too much to me. Too bad he's taken, though.

"Cecilia, how have you been, Love?" Yup, he's British.

"I'm good, Alec. No nightmares lately." I smile as he ushers me in.

"Sorry about the noise, I wasn't expecting you until 6 p.m."

"Yeah, there wasn't much traffic, but if you're busy then I could come back in a bit."

"Nonsense, Love. Let's go to my office."

I follow him through his house, up to the second floor which is his office. His office is really comfy. There are two long leather couches, three one person couches, and a recliner. There is also a desk to the far corner of the office but we usually just stick to the couches.

Alec takes a seat on a one person couch after grabbing his notepad and glasses. I sit on the recliner.

"Like always, I'll start off with asking you questions. Then afterwards if you want to talk about something specific, I'll listen. I'll always be here to listen, even if it's crazy or weird."

I nod for him to start.

"How was your winter break?"

"Casper took us to Disney World for the first month. I had a blast. Then we traveled to Mexico to visit most of their beaches. I loved this summer, honestly. I got to relax with the people who love and care about me as I do for them."

"No nightmares?"

"No, not on the trip. The nightmares only happen when I'm home and too stressed out. I sometimes think that the house is haunted or something." I chuckle, not really joking.

Alec finishes writing and looks up at me, his squared glasses framing his face perfectly. Even if he's my friend, he's always professional when he's working.

"Cecilia, it might be that your mind is making you believe that. If you have some unfinished or repressed feelings, your mind is not letting you deal with those feelings because they're too painful for you."

I shake my head. "I don't have any repressed feelings. It's not even the same house as the one we lived in as kids."

"Are you sure about not having repressed feelings?"

I nod.

"You're saying that you don't hate your parents for leaving you?"

"I don't have parents. The people who made me, abandoned my brothers and I. They were cowards, not wanting to deal with their own kids." I state, calmly.

"Cecilia, I know you feel something when your friends or anyone ask about your parents."

I laugh, "What friends? I don't need any friends, as long as I have my brothers."

"Do you tell your brothers everything?"

"Mostly everything. They know that if it's important, I'll tell them."

"And that's a good thing, but sometimes it's nice to have a friend that you can joke around with and that you can trust."

"I do that with Cecil."

"I see your point, Cecilia." He has so much patience with me. "I know you love your brothers more than anything, but you need to let more people into your life."

"I let you in."

"That's not the same. I'm older than you by 13 years and I'm your therapist." He chuckles.

"Can we change the topic? When I need and want a friend, I'll let you know."

"Okay, let's continue with the questions."

I nod in agreement.

"How was your summer after coming back from Disney World?"

"Great. We started a prank war and I've been racing again." I confess the last part in a whisper.

I drag race on the weekends. It used to be every night but my brothers caught me and were mad, well furious in better words. They made me stop or so they think. Now I tell them that I'm going to the gym on Saturday night and go to my races instead.

Saturday nights Cecil can't go to the 'gym' with me since he has basketball practice at five. He doesn't know either and I feel bad since we have never had any secrets.

"You're racing again? Why? You know your brothers don't approve."

"I like it." I lie.

Alec sighs, "Cecilia, if I'm going to help you through this, you have to tell me the truth. You can trust me, you know that."

I nod and sit up, "I know that Casper and Cyrus said that they'll give me what I want as long as I earn it, but I don't want to burden them. I want to make my own money, even if I have to hide it from them."

"Why don't you get a normal job?"

"I'm still in high school. The most I can make is 8 dollars an hour. I get 500 dollars a night with one race and since I have five races a night I win even more. I'm not money hungry but I like that I can say that it's my money and you know I love buying tons of art supplies."

"It's dangerous, Cecilia. If something were to happen to you, your brothers would blame themselves."

"I know. You don't think I've thought about that every day. I've cut down, I only race on Saturday nights now." I argue back.

"Okay, well that's an improvement. I'll tell you this, you're a lot like my brother." He chuckles.

"You have a brother?" In all the years that we've had our sessions, Alec has never mentioned his family.

Beep Beep Beep

"Looks like time's up, Doc." I say turning to the wall clock.

"Looks like it." He agrees.

I stood up, even though the recliner was so comfy.

Alec leads me to the front door. "Can you remind your brother that I'm picking him up at 9:30 p.m?"

"Where are you guys going this time?"

"It's a surprise. Just don't expect him to be home tonight." Alec winks.

I chuckle. "Okay, see you Friday." I nod.

So yeah, my therapist and my brother are dating. Tonight is their anniversary. They have been going out for three years and now that I think about it, we've never met his family. Hmm, a bit strange.