His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

“Darelle Larue?” the woman who assume is the therapist, calls. She stands next to her office door, her glasses slightly below her brown eyes.

I nod “I’ll be in in a minute.” When she’s retreated to her office, I turn to Zuri who sits beside me on the padded chairs.

“Maybe you should go in with me” I wring her fingers with mine.

She purses her lips “I wish I could but I can’t. You need to do this on your own.”

“But what if I need you to hold my hand?” I insist.

“And I will do that from here. You got this. I believe in you. You know I always will”

“But-” My hand is now shaking with nervousness.

She pats my palm “But nothing D. You are stronger than your struggles. And every time you think you can’t go on, I’ll be here. Waiting, thinking of you. We’re just a few meters away from each other. You will do great.”

She places a chaste kiss on my temple “Now go. Don’t keep her waiting”

I exhale severely before standing in and walking into the warm, homely office. “Come in” Doctor Anderson urges.

She stands between two plush arm chairs which sit opposite a couch, a glass table between them. The table holds a small potted cactus plant, a box of tissues, black cowrie shells on a trivet, a notebook and a pen. At the corner most part of the room, is her workspace with a simple desk and a chair.

“Have a seat” she motions to the couch while she takes one of the armchairs. “I hope you don’t mind the sitting arrangement. I wanted us to have some sort of eye contact”

“No, it’s fine”

She picks up her notebook and pen. “My name is Doctor June Anderson and I’ll be your therapist. I assure you everything we talk about here will remain confidential.”

“So Darelle, tell me about you. Who is Darelle? And not the Darelle everyone knows about, the Darelle that chose to come here today”

“My name is Darelle. My girlfriend Keilee is currently waiting outside. I come from a broken home. I have one sister and I am a model” Yeah that sums up my life. I don’t think there’s more to tell.

She writes something on her notebook “That’s a nice start. Have you ever been to therapy before?”

“No”

“Okay. What are your expectations for therapy?”

“I’m not sure, all I wanted is to make myself a man worth loving. At first I wanted to do this for Zuri but then she made me see the importance of doing it for myself”

“Zuri?”

“My girlfriend, I prefer calling her Zuri”

“Right. How is your relationship with her?”