"Mhm, I'll see you later alligator." He spoke making a smile appear on her face.
"After a while, crocodile."
Chapter 23
Chloe bit nervously on the ends of her cuticles as her eyes examined the open windowed room, noticing books shelves stacked with psychological paperbacks and fake plants surrounding the corners of the room, the scent of febreeze filling her nostrils.
"Chloe-Chloe are you paying any attention?" Rebecca asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" Chloe blinked.
She was so nervous and out of it today. Today she had been starting a new session of therapy, this time being in New York. She wasn't too keen on attending therapy again and talking about Robert whom she had been trying to forget.
"I'm trying to help you and get through to you but that won't happen unless you pay attention, so please, try and listen more." Rebecca spoke, slightly aggravated with the college freshman who had been in a trance for the longest of time. "I know, I know, Sorry, What were you saying?" Chloe asked, her hands falling to her lap.
"I was saying, I want to go over things about Robert, that is if you are comfortable with talking about him." Rebecca spoke. Chloe looked up at Rebecca, her concerned eyes blinking a few times to process what she just said. This was the first time hearing Robert's name in a whole week and it gave her terrible nervous tingles throughout her body. "Yeah- okay.."
"Okay, anything you want to share with me about him?"
"Uhh, Well he was my old therapist before this but you already know that.. Uh.." She wasn't quite sure what to say about him. She knew that eventually she would have to spill about how he treated her and what he did to her, but she wasn't ready for that. "Go on," Rebecca looked at Chloe through her thick framed glasses.
Chloe sighed, slumping against the chair as she blinked back a few uncomfortable tears. She let out a soft breath, beginning to explain about how Robert deceived her with the word love. She spoke about how he played her like a fool and how he corrupted her more than her own father has. "He lied and said he loved me, just like my damned father." Chloe blew out a huff.
"About your father, can you tell me a bit more about him? I've read about him in your files and it seems... it seems that he has made a huge negative impact on your life." Rebecca quietly spoke, not wanting to upset Chloe. Once Rebecca had look at her new client's profiles, her eyes were wide and if not mistaken, filled with sorrow because she felt for the young girl with such a tough past. "Well... I don't know, what do you want me to tell you about?" Chloe asked.
"I want to know about your relationship with him and what exactly happened. To help you get better, I have to find the root of the problem and see what caused you to be in such an unhappy state. I want to get deeper in this conversation, but I want to do it with your consent and if you're comfortable talking about him. Are you comfortable talking about him?" "I will never be comfortable talking about him, but I guess I can try and answer what you want me to." Chloe mumbled and Rebecca offered her a small smile, noticing the progress between them. She knew Chloe was a tough cookie, so it was great to see her opening up. "Good. We'll talk about Robert later, I want to know more about your father." Rebecca said.
"When was the first time he touched you?"
"touched me? Like.. like when he touched me?" Chloe asked, her lips turning into a frown as she stared down at her fiddling hands in her lap.
"Yes. When was the first time he physically touched you, when he began molesting you?" Rebecca asked and Chloe nearly cringed at what she heard. She didn't want to think about her own father laying his hands on her skin and touching her in ways that are not appropriate to the society eye. "I was ten." Chloe choked out her words, a large lump rising in her throat as she remembered the vague night of her father coming into her bedroom.
Chloe could picture her ten year old self, sitting on the ledge of the pool table at her old home, Surrounded by her daddy and all of his friends, each of them with a beer in their hand. She sat there in her night gown, giggling at everything funny coming out of the drunk men's mouths. But as her mom called her upstairs for her bed time, Her daddy rested his large hand on her thigh, looking at her with such strange eyes as he whispered to her that he'd be in her room to kiss her goodnight. "I remember him having his friends over, they were all drunk and shit- stuff I meant, sorry. Um, He said that he was later going to come into my room to kiss me goodnight and he did, but, like, he didn't leave my room just yet." Chloe spoke.
"I didn't really know what he was doing when he laid down next to me and began tugging at my gown. I don't know, he had his hands on my legs and was just rubbing his fingers up and down. I didn't think much of it because I was just a little girl y'know, I didn't know much better. All I could think about was how happy I was because he said he loved me so much." "And- and when he was on top of me
