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 her.”

I just admitted. I wanted to run and never come back. Something kept me from not doing so, instead, I crossed my legs, resting my

“That’s progress. Tell me about

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.”

not?”

nothing in common. We

two

I shrugged.

that you two have

her. I know it sounds creepy,

alright. Tell me about her.”

her just the way she is.” Whatever

great. Go on.”

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

you believe that she doesn’t believe in relationships?”

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

“And it’s bothering you.”

I mean, I don’t care. It’s just— the thing is—” Fuck! I sighed. Why does it hard for me to express? “These past few days she changed. That what’s bothering

“How so?”

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 mean unless I am

her trust for her to open up to you?”

her, and I was satisfied

I was completely wrong. Something flipped inside me and told me to do something, and

Reed was right, it was

“I wish it’s

“You just have to

***

I wasn’t nearly satisfied, and my mind was somewhere else most of the time. The Fleur Gym was just next door from the

she liked. Just the word talk made me wince in embarrassments of not having guts to ask

my sweat off my forehead, I slumped my ass to the bench, lied down flat, and did a few bench pressing. Then, I placed the weight back, sat

the treadmill. Then propped his hands on his hips, looking down at me. “Try sharing. It’s not bad to talk to someone and ask for help once in

I denied, raking my

3C hair with the black headband. “Grow some balls already and just do whatever you are planning to do,” he added. Yeah, maybe it was easier said

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

your

need growing!”

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 many times for a week now, but it didn’t help.

to embrace what I’d become. Nothing was going

feeling that I cared about someone

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

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

really from her because I had her

you doing here, Megan? Wanna get a tattoo?

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

at the Diner. What do you think? I don’t eat ink and needles.

her rolling her eyes. I typed my reply.

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