Holding on to you

Not just any old doctor

HERE IS THE OTHER CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, I'M SORRY THAT I'D MADE YOU WAIT A DAY, OR MAYBE I'M NOT. I WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU WAIT FOUR DAYS BUT I'VE DECIDED TO TAKE PITY ON YOU GUYS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT.

I LOVE YOU GUYS UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LITTLE KILLERS.

PIC OF DOCTER'S OFFICE

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Chapter 43

I was taken aback by the name until I remembered that Killian didn't give the hospital my real name because he was afraid that if his enemies found out that I was in a helpless state they'd use that opportunity to eliminate me. Although, why he chose the name Ruby was beyond me, the guy was way too obsessed with the colour red.

I took the hand Dr. Brooks offered me and shook it, the smile on her face warm and reassuring.

"Yes, I'm Ruby, it's nice to meet you, Dr. Brooks."

She looked past me as if expecting someone.

"I was told that you were coming with your husband, is he not going to be joining us anymore?"

I smiled, "Definitely, he's just going to park the car and then he'll be right up."

She nodded then offered me a seat. I sat down and give the room a once over, it was very welcoming and cosy. It wasn't awfully big, but it wasn't small either, it was simple with a chalk black sofa that was up against one wall, that was the one I was sitting on. There was a door that leading out onto a balcony right behind the oval table and next to in was a built in fireplace.

Across from where I was sitting was a black leather chair that Dr. Brooks sat on and a slim wooden café table in the middle, separating us.

"So, Ruby, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you, you look a little too young to be married?"

I never get tired of hearing that. Wrong! I hated it when people hear I'm married they either assume I'm pregnant or decided that I'm a gold digger who trapped poor Killian. Idiots!

Needless to say, I couldn't really blame the good doctor for asking now, could I?

"It's no problem, I don't mind at all. I'm eighteen."

She nodded, her smile still in place, but she grabbed her notepad and scribbled something on it. I wanted to ask her what it was that she was writing, but I held my tongue back, I came to her for help after all and it was her job to scribble things in her shrink book.

"So," she said, looking up from her book. "We'll wait until your husband is here before we begin, but in the meantime why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

I knew that wasn't a hard question, but at the moment, I felt like I didn't know the answer. I shifted in my seat, not knowing what to say.

"Um, what would you like to know?"

She smiled reassuringly, sensing my nervousness.

"Let's start with something easy, how did you meet your husband?"

I stared at her, well if that wasn't a loaded question. Her definition and my definition of easy were completely different. I knew I had to tell her something, but I also knew that it couldn't be the truth.

It's not like I can very well say, 'well doctor, I sold my virginity to the most dangerous guy in school for my brother's protection, and then he basically forced me to marry him, but it's ok now because I fell stupidly in love with him.'