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

come back. Something kept me from not doing so, instead, I crossed my legs, resting my back against the

“That’s progress. Tell me about it.”

if she knows that I’d been watching her. We don’t talk, I mean we exchanged his and hellos a

not?”

We have different perspectives about relationships.”

that two opposite people

I shrugged.

made you say that you

it sounds creepy, but I mean no harm.”

“It’s alright. Tell me about her.”

“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 different views about sex. I want a deeper intimate connection with my sexual partner as much

Go

temptation, I am good at that, but I believe sex has more meaning when two persons share it with special connections, with trust

that she

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

it’s bothering

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

“How so?”

to open up to me, besides, she already questioned my motives on why suddenly, I am talking to her. It’s a good

to gain her trust for her

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 ruined her life with whatever she was

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

right, it was immensely bothering

it’s

have to trust yourself,

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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

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 ask her. Every time

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.

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

dude,” I denied, raking my

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

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

“Whatever grow your

“Your balls need growing!”

stepped 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 many times

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. I was happy with it, until recently that I had to

grown on me, and I liked the feeling that I cared about

my screen that had my heart leaped over my throat.

I am doing at the diner across the tattoo shop, but

hard as I reread after reread her message. It was really from her because I

 What are you doing here, Megan? Wanna get a

message if it was right to ask or I sounded

you think? I don’t

her eyes. I typed

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