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

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

Tell me about it.”

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

“Why not?”

nothing in common. We have different perspectives about relationships.”

that two opposite people attract?”

Yes. ”Maybe.” I

say that you two have different perspectives?”

been keeping tabs on her. I know it sounds creepy, but I mean no

Tell me about her.”

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 different views about sex. I want a deeper intimate connection with my

great. Go

temptation, I am good at

you believe that she doesn’t

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

bothering

care. It’s just— the thing is—” Fuck! I sighed. Why does it hard for me

so?”

I knew 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,

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

and I was satisfied with that arrangement.

Something flipped inside me and told me to

right, it

wish it’s that easy.”

just have to trust yourself, Forrest.”

***

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,

a coffee? Yeah, I kinda knew what coffee she liked. Just the word talk made me

ass to the bench, lied down flat, and did a few

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

my fingers through

headband. “Grow some balls already and just do whatever you are planning to do,” he added. Yeah, maybe it was easier said than done.

Pissed, I stood up and walked away from him.

your balls, Wood!”

need growing!”

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 too late. My life

didn’t do any good, but this was me. I had to embrace what I’d become. Nothing was going to change my past.

feeling that I cared about someone more

my screen that had my heart leaped over my

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

reread her message. It was really from her because I had her number saved for almost two

 What are you doing here, Megan? Wanna get a

if it was right to ask or I sounded like a stupid. Finally, I hit send.

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

rolling her eyes.

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