Forrest

Chapter 5 Troubled

FORREST

“GOOD TO see you again, Forrest.” Dr. Diana Reed sat back to her chair after our handshakes.

“You too, Dr. Reed.” I took a seat on the couch across hers while she was taking her notes and pen.

She smiled. “So, what brings you here today?”

I rested my arms on my thighs and linked my fingers together. “I don’t know.”

She studied me for a while before she asked. “Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?”

“No.” I hated it when people tried to read me, but this woman helped me a lot over the years. Alan usually gave me a long speech to visit my therapist if he knew constant nightmares were keeping me awake, but this time, I came here willingly. For what reason? I didn’t know.

“Something’s bothering you.” She smiled knowingly. “Let me rephrase. Is someone keeping you awake?” She must have noticed the dark circles under my eyes.

I licked my lips and shifted on the couch. I always kept everything under wraps, but I didn’t have an excuse when it came to my therapy. I had to talk about it somehow. “What made you say that?”

“I am your therapist, Forrest. You said you don’t have trouble sleeping, then this might be something new. Tell me about it.”

“I can’t say that she’s a bother though.”

“But?”

There was definitely a but. Of course. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t put what was bothering me into words. So I shut my mouth again.

“Okay. Tell me three things you think first thing in the morning.” She scribbled on her notes, then glanced back at me.

Fuck. Me.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Forrest.”

“I am not ashamed, Dr. Reed.”

“Then you knew everything we discuss here is just between you and me. It’s normal to feel something toward a woman, to be sexually attracted over someone. And you’re young and good-looking.”

“I know. It’s just. It’s not about myself I am troubled about.”

“It’s normal to worry about someone.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“Let us think that you’re not talking to your therapist right now. Think of me as someone you trust.”

“I trust you, Dr. Reed.”

“So you have feelings for her.”

My gaze snapped at her. Her? Do I have? ”I am not sure.”

“But you care about

I wanted to run and never come back. Something kept me from not doing so, instead,

me about

and a half ago. I just don’t know if she knows that I’d been watching her. We don’t talk, I mean we exchanged his and hellos a couple of times, but we never got a chance to have a long chit-chat and talk about ourselves.”

“Why not?”

nothing in common. We have different

two

 ”Maybe.” I shrugged.

you two have different perspectives?”

on her. I know it sounds

me about her.”

loose-tongued sharpness. I know not most men like that quality in a woman, but I like her just the way she is.” Whatever her reasons for avoiding

“That’s great. Go on.”

can handle the temptation, I am good at that,

“And you believe that she doesn’t believe

think so. She’s a commitment-phobic. Her friends’ word. Not

it’s bothering you.”

Why does it hard for me to express? “These past few days she changed. That what’s bothering me.”

“How so?”

I can’t just tell her to open up to me, besides, she already questioned my motives on why suddenly, I am talking to her. It’s a good thing though, that she doesn’t trust someone so easily. I

for her to open up

how to approach Megan or why I was so bothered, to begin with? It’d been almost two years since I’d been watching her, and I was satisfied with that arrangement. But lately, I couldn’t just watch her as she ruined her life with whatever she

completely wrong. Something flipped inside me and

it was immensely bothering me.

wish it’s that easy.”

to

***

hundred push-ups, crunches, and sit-ups, but I wasn’t nearly satisfied, and my mind was somewhere else most of the time. The Fleur Gym was just next door from the tattoo shop, also owned by Alan. I didn’t know what I was doing here, the fact that I had a mini-gym in my pad. Perhaps, I needed a little

planned on approaching Megan and asked her if we could talk over a coffee. I scoffed. Now, I’m weird. Over a coffee? Yeah, I kinda knew what coffee she liked. Just the word talk made me wince in embarrassments of not having guts to ask her. Every time I saw her number on my phone, my brain froze and stopped me from

flat, and did a few bench pressing. Then, I placed the weight back, sat up,

me. “Try sharing. It’s not bad to talk to someone and ask for help once in a

my fingers through my

“Whatever.” He fixed his 3C hair with the black headband. “Grow some balls already and just do whatever you are planning

said I’m fine.” Pissed, I stood up and walked

“Whatever grow your

need growing!”

been investing over these years. Personal entanglement was the last thing I wanted. It would complicate things. I kept reminding myself that many times for a week now, but it didn’t help. I realized it was

but this was me. I had to embrace what I’d become. Nothing was

They’d grown on me, and I liked the feeling that I cared about someone more than myself.

popped up from my screen that had my heart leaped over my throat. Speaking

this unusual message. I don’t even know what I am doing at the diner across the tattoo

swallowed hard as I reread after reread her message. It was really

here, Megan? Wanna get a

rereading my message if it was right to ask or I

Megan: I am at the Diner. What do you

I could feel her rolling her eyes.

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