Chapter thirteen

I could not help but roll my eyes even though he won't see it but I just needed to do it.

So what does he mean by this? He pays to be my therapist everyday, what will he get out of it? I couldn't keep it in so I asked him exactly that.

"You pay me to be my therapist, what do you get out of it?" I am not a prostitute and I am sure he knows, so sleeping with him is out of the options.

"I have not decided yet." He says and I nod in mock understanding.

"Just so you know, I'm not sleeping with you for money." I hold my breath waiting for his reply and he gives me one that shuts me up.

"Of course you won't, when you do sleep with me, it'll be because you begged me to fuck you Catherine." My mouth hangs open, despite it being a club and me being a stripper neither of us have never talked about the obvious -sex- or even an innuendo or hint. So this was a very shocking vulgar surprise.

The bit of dampness I feel in my panties is discharge, probably my period and not because I find what he said hot. I do not find it hot and I would not beg him, ever! At all.

"That is not why we're here though. Tell me what has ruined your mood." What I've realized about him is he doesn't ask questions, he gives out commands.

I want to ignore him but then I need someone to talk to and since my go to people are pissed at me, I have to make do with what I have, in the form of this insanely hot sounding man with a voice that twists my insides.

I sigh and take the seat he offered, opposite from him at the farthest corner, not going to be the sacrificial lamb today, what if he decides he isn’t going to be nice anymore. His words ring out in my head and I feel warm. My body really isn’t functioning how it is supposed to, I swear it.

“Whenever you’re ready Catherine,” his voice cuts through my thoughts and I turn to him as if under spell.

“Well it all started when I was born,” it`s like he sees right through me and I can feel the chills his glare is sending me, right to my bones.

“It would save both of us the trouble if you just speak,”

I close my eyes and exhale a breath through my nose, “I’ve ruined everything with everyone I care about . . .” he lets me talk not interrupting even once. I cry a bit I admit, but nothing hardcore, I tell him about Garcia and how nice she has been to me and what I said to her a few minutes ago. I told him about my sister. I told him everything.

“Don’t tell me sorry because it is seriously going to make me ugly cry and I can’t have swollen eyes,” I finish with this, trying to lighten the mood like I didn’t just tell him my life problems. Well some of it, since I didn’t tell him about how I’m forced to work here by my father’s wife.

“I won’t,” I don’t think I’ve ever heard him speak so softly, “You can’t have swollen eyes.” I nod, using the tissue he handed me to wipe the remnants of my tears.

“Catherine, most of the things you just said can be fixed with an apology, and a head shot.” I look up at him eyes wide, like a child listening to the wisdom from the mouth of elders.

“My friends run away from me at school, I don’t think they’ll stay long enough for me to apologize. And no please don’t shoot anyone, she already hates me.”

“Send them a text, you really hurt your male friend’s feelings but it is nothing permanent if you make it right and tell him how much that was unfair, just speak with them,” I nod at that, knowing Beast is soft hearted and he’ll understand.

“And your other female friend,” I know he’s talking about Gar, “She also needs an apology, it might take a while but I can tell they care a great deal for you and they will understand. Learn to keep a reign of your emotions when you’re tired, it seems your mouth runs most freely then and you should sleep please, all these is a genesis of stress and lack of appropriate sleep.”

I smirk at that, “You must be hella stressed then,” I finish with a giggle. I know he lets me have it because of my breakdown and all, it’s much appreciated by the way.

“They may not even be upset about the things you said,” I look at him with an eyebrow raised, I can’t tell if he saw it in the dark but he rephrased, “They may be angry you said that but they are mostly hurt because you don’t tell them what’s bothering you. Friends like to hear of our worries because they think they can help, even if they can’t they seem to be under the impression that they can at least offer moral support, and I think that your sister will talk to you when she is ready.” I can’t tell what his voice sounded like but it held a sort of tone, quite melancholic but not exactly that.

“Do you have friends?” I ask, Garcia had made mention of how he was a certified loner.

“You should go home and rest for the remainder of the night Catherine, we’ll meet soon.” That is the reply I get before he got to his feet and walked out. Again, not giving me the opportunity to see his face or at least thank him for the advice. Desperately trying to ignore the warmth I felt when he said we’ll meet soon.

I stay in the room and think about what he said knowing he was right, it wasn’t anything I didn’t know already but I just don’t know how to do it or where to start from. Like he said, I need to sleep first and tomorrow I’ll figure all of this out.