"I think it was a year ago, at court." I finally speak up. He writes that down and I relax back against the stiff couch.
"And what about your father?"
"I don't remember." I mumble.
I haven't spoken to or seen my father since I was fifteen. After everything that happened, He left. He didn't even show up to the court hearing, It was like he disappeared into thin air without a trace. I haven't seen him since then. Everything changed for me at that age; Abbie got custody over me, I had to change homes, I wasn't even sure if my parents had the title of being parents anymore. "You alright, Chloe?" Robert sets his clipboard down, Giving me a brief look of concern. I could cry just thinking about it, But if I dare even to shed a dingle tear, Robert would definitely tell Laura, resulting me into more sessions and being in therapy longer. "Yes, Sorry, I tend to get nervous sometimes answering these questions."
"You're nervous?" I nod.
He rises from his seat, leaving the clipboard on the chair as he makes his way behind the couch. I'm about to ask where's he heading off to, until I feel a rather large pair of hands on my shoulder.
"I'll help you relax." His voice is soft and soothing, but His hands on me says otherwise. His hands rub tenderly at my shoulders, trying to relax the tension that I’m feeling. It feels too uncomfortable, I mean for god's sake my therapist is massaging me! This isn't right, Laura would file and fire Robert for even thinking about giving me a massage. My mouth is dry. "Robert," I croak, unsure of how to tell him to keep his hands to himself.
"Hm?" I hear a hum emit from his mouth, from behind me.
"Robert, I.." My voice is weak and I'm completely flustered, almost as if I lost all the energy in me. I feel so foreign, this is too much.
"You're legs look a bit tense too,"
My eyes go wide, shaking my head violently, but no. Robert insists on helping me to relaxing during this session. He sits next to me, Grabbing my legs and swinging them over his lap. His hands are rubbing into my skin, inching higher with every movement.
"Relax, Chloe." Robert's voice is soft, though I can't seem to relax. Robert, My therapist, is practically feeling me up.
The room was silent, the only audible sound is my quiet breathing. We've been sitting here for almost what felt like the whole session of him telling me to 'relax' and him feeling me up. He got so close to where my skirt stopped, that I was afraid this mere massage was going to turn into something inappropriate that would get him fired and me more sessions for therapy. A knock sounded at the door and I could hear Laura's enthusiastic voice. Robert sets my legs down, grabbing the clipboard off of the chair as Laura enters the room.
"How was today?" I hear her quietly ask harry.
"Great, she's a bit kept to herself, but I suppose I can handle her." Robert smiles warmly towards both us girls and I feel bile rising to my throat. I was in a complete daze. He was acting as if nothing happened. Not only did he inappropriately touch me, He's my fucking therapist! This was wrong, so wrong.
"Chloe, Was today a good session?" Laura turns to me. I could see Robert being skeptical on What information i would tell her.
And to surprise myself even more, I caught myself lying to her about today.
"It was boring."
Chapter 3
Do you want to know the truth about when someone tells you their fine?
They’re not. Their sulking in the wallowing pits of death, Hoping that someone will finally notice that their actually not fine, that they just don't feel normal anymore. It's a shame, really, how people can go on with their lives, not knowing that some people their surrounded by, have problems; Too many problems, that its get to the point where all they can answer with is "I'm fine." I'm fine. Those two words hold so much more than you can ever think of.
Chloe would like to say that this is her case, and that therapy could actually help her, but it isn't and it doesn't. Her case is that she is mistakenly attending therapy without her consent on so. She is not suffering or going through traumatic stress like any other patient belonging to some sort of session so why was she here? Nothing's wrong with her, She's fine but of course they don't believe her. Laura thinks she's too depressed to talk about anything, Abbie think she's hurting on the inside and believes she needs professional help, And Robert seems to think about sex and sex only.
Chloe knew for a fact that Robert was sexually attracted to her. She found it ironic because he was there to help her, not involve her in more sex activities. It was completely inappropriate for him to be complying to such sins as Having sex with a client, a seventeen year old client in fact. Besides, He was married. He has a wife, Mackenzie Anderson, And a six year old son, Robbie. Was he that unsatisfied with sex at home that he was willing to throw away his life by letting Chloe blow him in the middle of his office? He really is sex crazed, But she didn't mind. In fact, it made her self-esteem boost up knowing that he would want her over his wife.
"In today's session, We're going to talk about trust." Robert circled her like a shark, Watching her fidget under his harsh gaze as she could only think of the endless possibilities that were going to happen during today's session.
"Pretend as if you didn't know me," Robert simply stated. Chloe thought it was one of those Brain tests' that Laura used to challenge her with. It was one of those
