Friday
I waited anxiously outside my therapists office.
She was the only therapist I'd been seeing since freshman year high school, when my parents first separated.
It only made my OCD worse, and my dad agreed to take me to one. She knows literally everything about me. My first high school crushes, Brent, the first time I got black out drunk, and not to mention my mom leaving us. Oh, and other shit that doesn't really matter at this point.
Point is: I trust her so much I see her once a month.
"Hey Nia! How's it been?" She smiled,
I followed her into her office as she shut the door and made her way over.
"Been better, actually. I started a paid internship at this advertising firm..." I took a seat.
She noticed the shift of tone in my voice.
"And how is that going?"
"I don't know yet. It's only my first week anyway. I just..." I looked up at her. "I feel out of place."
"How so?"
"Like I get I'm the intern but it's still like I don't exist at all. My boss there called me Lia the other day and It's been playing in my head."
"So you were disrespected," she brought down her glasses.
I shrugged.
"Did you respond back, did you speak up for yourself?"
"Yeah, of course. But he shrugged it off. It made me feel so small," I breathed.
She went on to give me a whole lecture on being respected and how I shouldn't let others actions determine my self worth. I nodded through it all.
"Also, how are you coping with coming back from rehab? are you adjusting?"
"Mhmm. I've been doing that cheek, lip biting thing they told me to do when I feel the urge. It's been working but last night I fucked it up. I started going back to repeating shit again."
She chuckled, writing in her notes.
"You know it's totally normal to not be 100% perfect after rehab. It's only normal you go back to some repetitions. But you caught yourself, and fixed it, right?"
I nodded slightly.
"That's progress."
...
"I like that one better." I nodded over the beat as Brent played it again.
It was a gorgeous song he had produced, and the beat he had done was something totally different than what he'd done before.
I was the only one in the studio after all his friends had left for a house party about half an hour ago.
I'd come over to his studio session telling him all about how work has been for the past hour.
I never told him about anything that had been bothering me about it though.
We kept it casual. Sex, kept eachother company, and that was that.
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The Intern: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Nia Brown is back from therapy after her father had forced her to get help for her obsessive compulsive disorder. With her dad's connects, she is soon hired as an intern for a well known advertising company. With no plan B, she's forced...
