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.”

you care about

just admitted. I wanted to run and never come back. Something kept me from

Tell me about

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

not?”

have nothing in common. We have different perspectives about

believe that two

I shrugged.

that you two have different perspectives?”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on her. I know it sounds creepy,

alright. Tell me about her.”

start? I cleared my 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 she is.” Whatever her reasons for avoiding a relationship, I wouldn’t stop until I figure out. “I have

“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

that she doesn’t believe

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

it’s bothering you.”

I sighed. Why does it hard for me to express? “These past few days she changed. That

“How so?”

since I met her, but I can’t just tell her to open up to me, besides, she already questioned my motives

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

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

I was completely wrong. Something flipped inside me and told me to do something, and that I never did

Reed was right, it was immensely

“I wish it’s that

to trust yourself,

***

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

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

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

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

I denied, raking my fingers through

with the black headband. “Grow some balls already and just do whatever you are planning to do,” he added. Yeah, maybe it

Pissed, I stood up and walked away from him.

your balls,

balls need growing!”

years. Personal entanglement was the last thing

I had to embrace what I’d become. Nothing was going to change my past. I was happy with it, until recently that

the feeling that I cared about someone more than myself.

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

even know what I am doing at the diner across the tattoo shop, but here I am.

her message. It was really

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

was right

at the Diner. What do you think? I

her rolling her eyes. I typed

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