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50: Tiesha And The Therapy II

It was Wednesday morning, and Ky’Mon was relentless.

He insisted Tiesha see this therapist, Mrs. Arya—someone he swore could help, though Tiesha wasn’t so sure.

She hadn’t even told Koko about what she was going through, yet here she was, sitting in an office with a stranger staring at her, waiting for words she didn’t want to say.

Tiesha’s gaze dropped to her feet, barely able to meet the woman’s eyes.

“Mrs. Bells,” the therapist began softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tiesha said immediately, cutting the air like a blade.

“Why?” came the gentle reply.

“If you ignore a problem, it’ll go away.”

The woman laughed softly, a sound that felt oddly comforting. “Not this problem, Mrs. B—can I call you Tiesha?”

She nodded, hesitant.

“Well, you can call me Preya,” the therapist smiled. “Talk to me, Tiesha. It’s just you and me here.”

Tiesha shifted uncomfortably, then abruptly stood.

“Uhm, I need to use the restroom,” she muttered, not waiting for a response.

Inside the sterile bathroom, she locked the door and stared into the mirror. The person staring back felt distant—broken. Then, the dam broke.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as everything she couldn’t say spilled out in silent sobs.

Just as she was collecting herself, there was a knock at the door.

Quickly wiping her face, she opened it to find the nurse standing there, waiting.

Tiesha took her bag and left, silent the whole way home with Koko. Thankfully, Koko didn’t press her with questions.

Friday arrived, and Tiesha had to return to that dreaded place.

This time, Preya offered to let Koko come in, thinking her presence would help.

But Tiesha knew better.

She couldn’t talk with Koko there. She wouldn’t be able to.

Monday passed with no progress.

Ky’Mon was trying his best.

He was patient, trying to create an environment where Tiesha could breathe without pressure. His usual high libido was tempered—he didn’t want to push her, not now.

He dedicated himself to her, constantly asking if she was okay, if she needed anything.

Still, Tiesha felt trapped.

Wednesday came again, and reluctantly, she returned to Preya’s office.

It felt pointless—like a waste of time and money.

But Preya was patient.

“When people say time heals, I don’t believe that, Tiesha,” she said firmly. “You’re never going to heal if you don’t let go.”

Tiesha stayed silent.

Preya continued. “Be very honest with me: how would you feel if your husband, or your best friend, or someone close to you was acting like this?”

Tiesha’s lips quivered.

“I’d want them to open up,” she finally whispered.

“Because you want to help them, right?”