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.”

care about her.”

run and never come back. Something kept me from not doing so, instead, I crossed my legs, resting my back against the

Tell me about

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

“Why not?”

have nothing in common. We have different perspectives

that two opposite people attract?”

Yes. ”Maybe.” I shrugged.

say that you two have different

I know it sounds creepy,

me

throat. “She’s straightforward, funny, quirky, beautiful, but what enticed me...” Enticed? Jesus. I wanted to hit myself in the head. “...is her loose-tongued sharpness. I know not most men like that quality in a woman, but I like her just the way

great. Go on.”

a couple of one-night stands. It’s because I couldn’t escape, but I’ve been in a serious relationship as well. I can handle the temptation, I am good at that, but I believe sex has more meaning when two persons share it with special connections,

you believe that she

so. She’s a commitment-phobic. Her

“And it’s bothering you.”

sighed. Why does it hard for me

so?”

something’s wrong. I’ve never seen her so down since I met her, but 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

gain her trust for her to open up to you?”

away, thinking of how should I answer her that I wanted more. The fact that I didn’t even know 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 was trying to deal with alone. She needed someone.

thought that was it, but I was completely wrong. Something flipped inside

was right, it was immensely

“I wish it’s

“You just have to trust

***

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

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

the bench, lied down flat, and did a few bench pressing. Then,

of the treadmill. Then propped his hands on his hips, looking down at me. “Try

raking my fingers through my damped hair.

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

Pissed, I stood up and

“Whatever grow your

balls need growing!”

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

become. Nothing was going to change my past. I

and I liked the feeling that I cared about someone more

my heart leaped over my throat. Speaking of the devil. How did she get

know what I am doing at

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

doing here,

in the air, rereading my message if it was right

do you think? I don’t eat ink and needles.

feel her rolling her eyes. I typed my

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