I walked to the office hoping that the faith will change, but I saw Edward sitting with the lawyer waiting for me. My eyes went to the CEO's chair vacant for the first time. Is he that happy to leave?
That means he was here to take care of everyt...
I have already went through 3 sessions, but I never spoke to her… today is the last day, then I don’t have to go through this. I was painting in this hall, I manage to make it my little studio. I am working on a painting to pass my time. The maid walks in and said, “Ma’am.. today session will held here.. the therapist asked for permission.” I nodded. I was busy in adding details…
I heard food steps and I ignored it, I heard the therapist, “Amber, how are you?” I ignored her. She asks it every day, excepting an answer. Thankfully, I am good in being busy with myself, that’s what I did till now.
I heard Edward’s voice, “Amber, how are you?” I turned to see him sitting there with the therapist. He seems to be cold, but why is here? wasn’t he busy with his own work… I turned to the painting again and started painting the eye of this bird, I used a large canvas. So it’s pretty big, and is talking a lot of time.
I heard the therapist saying, “your artwork is beautiful. Amber surely got some talent.” I ignored it. I am going to do what I did for the last few sessions, no matter who is here now.
But I still feel Edwards intense gaze on me, like it’s burning my skin….. Asking me questions about my behavior….
The therapist kept asking questions, she will never get an answer from me. I kept painting like she doesn’t exist. At some point by the questions I got angry but I controlled my anger, and continued my work…
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Then again, I heard Edward, “Amber… Stop!” my hands stopped, I made him angry. I turned to face him. he looked at me for a wide moment and then asked, “Why aren’t you responding?”
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He added, “Isn’t it rude to behave like this to someone older than you? She can’t do her work properly till you respond.” He is mad, it’s like he is scolding but not in loud voice.
He added, “Now sit here and answer… Miss. Mia… You continue.”
His words only infuriated me….. I sense no care in his voice, but just an order….. Yes, maybe I am longing for some care…. Someone to care for me, when I stand all lonely in my life… Is it stupid to think that?
He is ordering me, not as a friend or someone close to me….. But like I am his property….. All of a sudden he became Owner of his Boss just because of Dad’s will…. Did my father wanted me be treated like this as his last wish?
The therapist said, “Amber, please sit” I grabbed the paint can and threw it on the painting in anger. The therapist grasped, I don’t care about her, him or this painting anymore. Why is he scolding me in front of others? I ran out of the room and went to my room, locking it. He can’t make me do this.
Edward’s POV:
She is acting like this on purpose, I can tell that. It’s not fear this time, she is ignoring us on purpose. She shouldn’t be acting like this when someone is here to heal her, someone to hear her out.
Amber.. Amber… Stop acting like a kid.
I said, “Amber… Stop!” I am somewhat angry on her, she acted like this for 3 sessions and she is doing the same in front of me. She turned to me, she has the same indifferent look on her face. This girl! She is making me even more mad.
I said again, “Why aren’t you responding?” she remained silent. I added, “Isn’t it rude to behave like this to someone older than you? She can’t do her work properly till you respond.” I know my voice became harsh, but I still got silence from her, I said again this time demanding, “now sit here and answer… Miss. Mia… You continue.”
The therapist said, “Amber, please sit” Amber looked at me and I saw her grabbing the can full of paint and throwing on her beautiful painting. I never saw her behaving like this in anger, I don’t know her very well, but I know that she is not aggressive, she talks less… so her behaving like this is surprising and making me angry at the same time.
She ran out of the room, why doesn’t she understand? Fearing is not a way to live, sorrow isn’t a excuse for everything. She needs to get out of this, she doesn’t have a option now. She needs to face it.
The therapist said, “I don’t think this will work… she is not willing to open up, maybe she just needs time… call me when she is little more comfortable around…” The therapist added, “it’s like there is a huge wall, she is hiding behind it…. And she knows what she is doing….”
I went out of the room and said to the maid, “Inform Miss. Amber that, no matter what she does, she has to attend college.” I went to the office, I skipped my work and all this time… It all wasted.
But she needs help one way or another…..
This Therapist or other….. someone?.... wait….. How can I forget about him?.....
Only he can help Amber now, he has never fail a patient…. But only problem is he not here at this moment…. What am I thinking it’s been years since I saw him….
