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.”

admitted. I wanted to run and never come back. Something kept me from not

me about it.”

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

“Why not?”

common. We have

“Do you believe that two opposite

Yes. ”Maybe.” I shrugged.

made you say that you two have different perspectives?”

tabs on her. I know it sounds creepy, but

“It’s alright. Tell me about

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

Go

had 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

you believe that she doesn’t believe

“I think so. She’s a commitment-phobic. Her

it’s bothering you.”

just— the thing is—” Fuck! I sighed. Why does it hard for me to express? “These past

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

gain her trust for

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,

but I was completely wrong. Something flipped inside me and told me

Reed was right, it

wish it’s

to trust

***

I was catching my breath after an hour on the treadmill, a hundred 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 owned by Alan. I didn’t know what I was doing here, the fact that I had a mini-gym in my pad.

weird. Over a coffee? Yeah, I kinda knew what coffee she liked. Just the word talk made me wince in embarrassments of

After wiping 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 up, and growled out a curse.

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 a

raking my fingers through

the black headband. “Grow some balls already and just do whatever you

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

grow your

“Your balls need growing!”

years. Personal entanglement was the last thing I wanted. It would complicate

Shutting people out of 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.

They’d grown on me, and I liked the feeling that I cared about someone more than

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

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

 What are you doing here, Megan? Wanna get a

air, rereading my message if it was right to ask or I sounded like

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

feel her rolling her

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