{unedited}Geneva had slowly revived from the induced low state of mind into her normal public persona the following day. Geneva's overly unsettling mind had dropped to niggling, her troubling thoughts slightly loosened their strong hold on her mind day by day. It had helped that day when Gabriella had indicated to join her in France.
But a majority of the time, she'd experience intense trepidation. And it had made its permanent home within. She'd come to accept and learnt to recover from its effects when she'd given the recommended a call.
She showed up for the set appointment and the experience had been unfamiliar. Not particularly too formal was the setting but it had felt invasive. The polite kind where one would pry and if one route failed then try another but with patience, a kind face and professionalism, accompanied with words that were beneficial ?
She had told the therapist how she felt, scared, anxious and always on edge.
After the session, she didn't request for another. Not that it was pointless, it did help. She'd come out with advice on how to tame some of her troubling thoughts.
To look around and remember she wasn't where she'd escaped. She was home and safe.
She found she couldn't fully open up about Marcelo with anyone. Unable to deal with the feelings that revolved around him or any past activity that they shared or was linked to him. She had no control in that area when it came to thoughts concerning him, they bombarded her thoughts with no filter .
When she'd subtly brought up a recent activity of questioning her existence and was asked why she questioned it, Geneva had chosen to answer honestly,
" I don't want my parents, or anyone else to be hurt because of me."
If she hadn't been in the equation, her parents and loved ones wouldn't be in harms way.
Samuel wouldn't have died.
Her thoughts and conclusions pointed at her making the guilt and fear heavier and the question had pooped out of nowhere.
Would all of it be the way it was if it weren't for her?
"Who was hurt?"
The middle aged therapist had looked up with her glasses on the bridge of her nose posing the question.
The question that had caught Geneva off guard and she fumbled with her fingers debating on whether she could tell her about Samuel or not.
Would the woman seated in front of her ask how it happened?
A scenario played in her mind where she saw herself try to explain how she didn't mean to do it, it was Marcelo who'd forced her to pull the trigger.
Fast forward, she found herself visited by a detective.
Word would have spread out, Samuel's family whom she couldn't bare to face, contacted .
The induced forethought progressed and blew out of her control.
Her eyes expressed many things, fear being amongst and the therapist diverted the topic but Geneva had already closed off.
She couldn't open up for many reasons . Fear and trust among them.
Before the day ended, after her therapy session, she'd gotten the talk about life from both her parents. She mentally easily pointed the finger at who could have conveyed the idea to her parents and thus the talk that had made her feel a different kind of shit and emotional mess about it.
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Romance💢This is dark romance.💢 Reader's discretion is highly advised. *** "Stop crying Geneva." His eyes held hers, he wanted her to listen. "I haven't done anything to you. Yet." *** Book Two in the Rodriguez Series. Highest Rankings: #1 Hurtful