The Psychiatrist

Chapter Six

     Closing the front door behind myself, I kick off my shoes and go into my room. I really hope Harrison will let me tag along with him, not that I don't want to ride with Clark, I just need some space. Yeah space. Reaching in the top dresser drawer I grab the crumpled up paper, smooth out the wrinkles and text the number.

       Hey Harrison, can I hitch a ride with you to the clinical site? Diana

       Finally you txt! Of course you can ride with me, I'll pick you up at 6:45.

     Now that I have that figured out, I can relax, well, sort of. I throw my phone down on the bed and lazily search the closet looking for the blue pantsuit that mom bought me, the only pantsuit I own actually. I pull the hanger out of the closet, gently pressing the wrinkles out of the suit as I place it down on the bed. I've decided to wear a cream colored blouse and the same color heels. Simple. I strip off my clothes and make my way to the shower.

     I mentally prepare myself for the long and exhausting job of doing my hair. I've clipped my ends, towel dried my hair, then blow dried it. Straight or curl it? Fuck it, I'll just curl it. I part my hair in three sections and start curling. One down, god only knows how many are left.

     My eyes scan over the quartz counter top looking for my pink silk scarf. Ah there you are. I wrap the scarf around my edges and stand in the mirror, admiring the beauty staring back at me. We've come so far in the last six months. Gaining my freedom back, graduation. Tell him. Clark is a grown man. Yeah a grown man who loves to hit women. The purplish bruise on my cheek is proof of that. Inhale. Exhale. Clark I'm riding with-

     I watched as the front door slowly opens. Clark pull's his finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet. Clark's phone was pressed to his ear while the other cradled a chick-fil-a bag . Who is he on the phone with. As he continued on with his call, I wandered off into my room, changing into my bathrobe. Tell him. Don't tell him. Tell him.

     "Hey baby doll I brought you some grilled chicken." Clark says, as he locks the front door. "I missed you today and so did the guys. They're happy we're together again." He beams at me.

     Snaking his arms around my waist, Clark rested his head on my shoulder. Planting little kisses on my neck and shoulders. He's being so sweet and here I go, ruining our new beginnings.

     "What's on your mind Diana?" Clark asked with kitted brows

     DON'T TELL HIM. Shit change the subject.

     "Just thinking about my parents and graduation." I lie.

     "I thought you would have reached out to them when you left me. You know, your parents house was my first stop, I sat out there waiting for your Range Rover to show up."

     "Oh, well no haven't spoken to them yet. I didn't want them throwing up our relationship in my face," I say. My throat is closing just talking about them, I can't handle this right now. "Can we not talk about my parents?" I ask covering my face.

     "Did you still want to talk about our engagement?"

     I nodded my head yes, taking Clark's hand into mine as we walked back to the living room. Swiping the chick-fil-a bag from the coffee table, we sat down on the couch that are closest to the windows. How do I start this? What do I say? Clark removed his glasses and put them on the table. His blue eyes focusing on me. Breathe.

     "I think we should continue living apart until we get married or at least until after boards. I just need some breathing room."

     "I think that's a little extreme considering what happened last night." He says, smiling.

     "It's not extreme if you want this relationship to work," I pause, trying to find the right words. A fight is not what I want right now.

    "Also, I'm going to need you to respect me, respect when I say I need space. And most importantly, you cannot get aggressive with male friends or male colleagues. I'm going to have male friends and work with males wherever I work." I say in a serious tone. I won't have him jeopardizing any career moves I make.

     "So you're telling me that you want male friends?" He spits out. I can feel the shift in the air. 

     "No, that's not what I'm saying-"

     "So what are you saying then? Like what was the reason for you telling me this?"

     "I just don't want to be accused of sleeping with some guy who I am friends with or work with," I sigh. "You do have a jealousy streak, you know."  

"I don't get jealous, I just don't like men sniffing around you, but I can live with that." Liar.

    There were a few times were Clark would get jealous. Incidents where I would have bruised arms or a bruised back from him shoving me into things. Or worse.

     "I'm serious Clark. All bets are off if you put your hands on me again. I won't tolerate you putting your hands on me, you can not do this again." I say pointing at the purplish bruise on my cheek.

     "Diana, I swear I'll never ever put my hands on you again like that. And I apologize." Clark says scooting closer to me. His hand gently caresses my thigh as he moves in to kiss me.

     Tell him.

     "I'm riding with Jazelle. I called her earlier today and she said she would love if I tagged along with her."

     Oh. My. God. Clark ran his hands threw his brown hair. Why did I lie? I couldn't read his face.

     "Jazelle. . . mhm. Okay." He says walking away from me. The bathroom door loudly closes behind him.

     I dug into the chick-fil-a bag and devoured the little meal. A few minutes went by before Clark came from the bathroom. Clark quickly walks over to the door to put his shoes. I picked up his keys and follow him.

     "I'll see you tomorrow morning, good-night Diana." Clark says in a clipper tone.

     Wait, what the hell just happened?

     "Did I do something wrong? Why are you acting like this? Clark look at me," I say pulling him into my arms.

     "You'll have me all to yourself after tomorrow okay? So please don't be mad at me because I want to ride with Jazelle." I say in between kisses. 

     "You aren't lying to me are you?" He says, pulling away from me. His brows are knitted together as he reads my soul. Only him and Mickey have that Jedi mind trick thing. They can always since bs.

     "I am way too afraid to lie to you, Clark." I lie.

     Pulling me in for a hug, Clark's hands slowly trailed down my back, groping and caressing my behind. His lips crash into mines as he leads the kiss. My hands glide up his blue shirt, hoping that he catches my drift. I want him. Badly.

     "Slow down tiger, you need your rest for tomorrow." He says breathlessly.

     "Tomorrow night then?" I say equally breathless.

     "You're going to be so sore," he says parting my bathrobe. His cold hands find my clitoris and I'm putty in his hand. My body tenses as my hands clutch his shoulders. Close, so close to euphoric release. Faster and faster his fingers move.

     "So. Fucking. Sore."

     "Clark!" I scream.

    My excitement drips down my leg as Clark claim's my mouth one last time before he leaves me.