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

never come back. Something kept me from not doing so,

Tell me

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

not?”

in common. We have different perspectives about

believe that two

 ”Maybe.” I shrugged.

“What made you say that you two have different

on her. I know it sounds creepy, but I

Tell me about

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

“That’s great. Go on.”

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, with trust at least.”

she

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

bothering you.”

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

so?”

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 mean unless

“You want to gain her trust for her

her, and I was satisfied with that

reminded me of someone. I thought that was it, but I was completely wrong. Something flipped inside me and

Reed was right, it

“I wish it’s that

have to trust yourself,

***

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

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

forehead, I slumped my ass to the bench, lied down flat, and did a few

out of the treadmill. Then propped his hands on his hips, looking down at me. “Try sharing. It’s not bad to talk

dude,” I denied, raking my fingers through my damped hair.

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

Pissed, I stood up and

grow your balls, Wood!”

need

into the shower with a hazy brain. I needed to put myself together. I couldn’t let this thing mix up with my priority that I’d been investing over these years. Personal entanglement was the last thing I wanted. It would complicate things. I kept reminding myself that

Nothing was going to

I even made friends. They’d grown on me, and I liked the feeling that I cared about someone more

popped up from my screen that had my heart leaped over my

Sorry for this unusual message. I don’t even know what I am doing at the diner across the tattoo shop, but

reread after reread her message. It was really from her because I had her number

are you doing here, Megan? Wanna get a tattoo?

right to ask or I

am at the Diner. What do you think? I don’t eat

rolling her eyes. I

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