WARNING: THIS TOPIC MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.
Self-harm, suicide, abuse.
Y/N'S POV:
Right now I am in the car and on my way to my first therapy session. My best friend, Hanji, told me that I should go considering my childhood. She told me that she knew the therapist and that they would really help me get better. Hanji can be a crazy lady at times, but when it comes to how her friends feel, she does not play around. That's why I love Hanji. She is so loyal.
Anyways, I arrived at the address that she sent to me and I turned off the car and grabbed all of my stuff. I texted Hanji to let her know I had arrived and was about to go in.
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I put my phone on silent and put it in my bag. Then I gathered my stuff and headed inside. The building was really quiet and all I heard was water. I looked around to see a mini waterfall on a counter. It looked like someone was supposed to be working there. "Hello?", I called out. Nothing. "Hello? Is anyone here?", I called out once more. "Sorry! I was in the back organizing some papers!", a voice responded. I was practically hanging over the counter so I backed up and waited for the voice to reveal itself. Then I started hearing footsteps. It was a young ginger lady with short hair. "Hello, my name is Petra! How may I help you today?", she asked. "Hi my name is Y/N and I came to have a therapy session." Petra nodded and turned her head to what looked like a chart. "Um, who is the therapist?" "Uh, I don't know. My friend set this up not me." She looked back at the chart. "Oh! I see. Ok so go down the hall and it should be the last room on the left. That's where your therapist is." I nodded and walked off.
I got down to the last room and took a deep breath. I didn't know what to expect. I knocked on the door and a few seconds later the door opened to the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. He was slightly taller than me and his body structure was incredible and his features were so sexy. "H-Hi. I'm Y/N. Um, what's your name?", I blushed. He looked at me up and down. Then his blue-grey orbs reached my eyes. "Oh, um, my name is Levi. It's nice to see you." He looked away. We both started walking inside the room.
There were two couches and a coffee table in between each one. I sat on one side and Levi sat on the other. He took out a notebook got his pen ready. "So why did you come here today?", his voice became firm. I sat up then I looked down. I was scared to tell my story. Levi just looked at me, waiting for my response. "I um-," I sighed. "I was abused as a child by my father. He used to beat me and neglect me. He used to call me names that not even the rudest person would say. He also um...he... stole my virginity too." I felt a lump in my throat. His eyes softened. "Is there anything else?", he asked softly while writing. "No."
"So, do you know why he was doing that to you?" "Well, my mother died when I was younger and my father loved her so much. He became angry and started to blame himself for it. Then he started drinking and became an alcoholic. And he used me to take out his anger." My vision got blurry from tears forming in my eyes.
Levi wrote down whatever he was writing down. Then someone knocked on the door aggressively. "Let me in this room right now!", the voice sounded familiar to me. "Who the hell are you?", Levi called out. "I'm Y/N's father! Now let me in so I can see my daughter goddammit!" I gasped. "I can't keep someone from seeing their own daughter. Not as a therapist. Sorry, but I'm going to have to let him in." I stood up quickly. "No! You can't let him in! I don't want to see him!", I pleaded. He sighed and walked over to the door. As soon as he opened it my cruel father ran up to me. "Hello, sweetheart! I-" "Don't 'sweetheart' me. I'm not your sweetheart. I'm obviously your punching bag, so stop." My father gasped.
"What did you just say? Did you tell this young man about our secret?" Levi gave him a death glare. "I did. You wanna know why? Because you have hurt me all of my life. Even now." My dad's head tilted. "How am I hurting you and I haven't seen you in five years?!", he asked. I was hesitant at first but then I gained my confidence. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the new and old slits on my arm. I rolled up the other one to show the same thing. "Y/N...", Levi in a calm but surprised tone. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. "Why are you crying you little shit.", my father asked me. "I'm crying because you are KILLING ME! I don't want to EXIST because of you. Y- you are ruining my life." I closed my eyes but continued talking. "How would you like it if someone was so upset that they took out their anger on you. Or they missed their wife so bad that they had sex with you! Wou-" I was interrupted by a strong pair of arms wrapped around me. I opened my eyes only to find Levi holding me. My eyes widened. He positioned my head to lay on his shoulder and his arms were wrapped around me. At first, I was scared but now I feel really comfortable.
"Why are you holding my daughter like that? Let go!", my father yelled out. Levi looked at me and closed my eyes to let him know I did not plan on moving. "No.", he responded. "But-" "But nothing. You heard what she said. You know what you are doing to her. She doesn't want to listen to you. Or see you. So I suggest you call the police and turn yourself in. Or I can do it for you." My father was very stubborn and he would not stand down for anything. "UGH!!! DAMN BOTH OF YOU!" He stood up and started to walk towards the door. Then he stopped. A few moments later he charged at me with a punch but Levi blocked it. "Nice try old man, but I saw that coming." I pulled out my phone and called 911. I explained what happened and the police came and arrested him. They told me to stay with Levi until they got him to the police station so I did as I was told.
I waited with Levi, his arms still wrapped around me. The fact that I didn't feel uncomfortable surprised me. Is it just because he's my therapist? Or is it because I think he's cute? Or...maybe I should ask him what love is. Maybe we love each other. Or I love him at least. "Levi? What is love?" He sighed and looked at me. "Really there is no official definition for love. It's really what you think love is. You should ask yourself, not me. Unless you want to hear what I think love is." I thought about it. "What do you think love is?", I asked. "I think love is... I don't know to honest with you. What do you think it is?" I looked up trying to explain what I thought it was. "I think love is when you truly care for someone and you want to make sure they are ok. It's when you have a place for someone in your heart. Someone that you would fight for or die for. Someone that you never forget. Someone tha-" "I think I love you." I gasped.
"Wait what?", I asked.
"I think I love you.", Levi said it a bit slower this time.
"You know I think I love you too. But maybe we should go on a date first.", I said with a little giggle.
"I agree."
I sat up and as soon as I sat back on the couch Levi pinned me to it and kissed me right on the lips. I immediately kissed back. It was pretty heated. He broke the kiss and backed up. "Thank you.", I said. "Your welcome."
