Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Thirty: Dead And Gone

Juliet Ferguson

"Hello Juliet, I'm Dr Linda, I'm a psychologist,"

I look at the short blonde woman before me and smile, "Hi doctor."

"Vincent here called me because he said that you had just been through something very traumatic and that maybe you need someone to talk to."

I nod, "Yes, I recently, well, more than 24 hours ago, I was kidnapped," I say, as a lump forms in my throat.

I don't want to relive this again.

We walk towards the couch in the living room, and I sit on the couch and she sits across from me, she puts her bag down and looks at me. Her sympathetic eyes and soft features are enough to tell me that she genuinely cared about my ordeal, I look over at Vincent, who is standing by the doorway, and he gives me a nod.

"Vincent, can you please stay?" I ask, he is the only person I trust right now, and I need him, he is the reason I am in this state, and he might as well, relive it with me.

"Okay, so you said you were kidnapped, do you know who did it?"

I nodded, "They wanted to know where Vincent was."

She nods in understanding, "Did you tell them?"

I shake my head, "I didn't, even if I knew where he was, I wouldn't betray him like that again."

"What do you mean again, Juliet?"

I look over at Vincent next to me and he gives me a nod, "You don't have to talk about it if you aren't ready to, mi amore."

I sniff, "I used to work for the FBI as a secret agent, and my last assignment was to have Vincent and his associates arrested,"

I take a deep breath, "I portrayed myself as the damsel in distress, I earned his trust, and I betrayed that trust by handing him over to the FBI."

"How did that make you feel?" Dr Linda asks, I look at her, but I can't see her with the tears filling my eyes.

"Horrible,"

"So, let's talk about the kidnapping, what happened?"

My chest tightens and I feel the room closing in on me, I look around and the room feels like it's spinning, what's happening to me?

"Julie, breathe baby,"

I take a deep breath and close my eyes and I mentally count to ten and then I open my eyes again.

"Julie, are you okay?" Dr Linda asks with furrowed brows.

"I think we can carry on another time, she needs to get some rest," Vincent replies.

Dr Linda reluctantly agrees, and Vincent offers to walk her out.

I let out a sigh, Trauma.

They taught us how to handle it but why am I failing to get over this, it's not the first time this has happened, I've been kidnapped several times and raped at least twice but I was on the job, and all the time it's happened I've managed to overcome it, why can't I do it this time around?

I slide to the floor and lay down on the soft faux fur carpet I do my breathing exercises and I close my eyes, but I can see is images of what happened that night, the club, the guy I took home, the men barging in.

I feel a hand grab my leg and I start kicking at the person, I hear a thud and I open my eyes, sit up, and find Vincent curled up on the floor clutching his stomach.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I quickly rush to his side, and he groans in pain.

"I forgot you could kick ass."