Olivia has wanted out of the mafia life since her mother was killed, but when she is for to marry the oldest Cortez to keep her brother from being killed, but she runs on the last night of their honeymoon. Three years later she is finally away from...
I sat on the couch picking at the pillow I had in my lap, while Dr.Brin was writing in his notebook.
"Olivia," he said causing me to jerk my head up. "How has you're anxiety been since the last time we talked?"
"Okay I guess," I shrugged looking down. "I had to take some of my anxiety medication last night."
"Any reason that you had too?" He asked softly scribbling away on the paper.
"About a month ago Gracie's father came back into my life," I mumbled hugging the pillow to my chest. "He spent the night at my house for movie night with my friends. I couldn't relax enough to sleep so I took some."
"I see," he hummed. "So he makes you feel anxious."
"Yes and no," I sighed. "I'm happy he's back in my life but at the same time I want him to leave. I feel safe with him and at the same time I'm terrified of him."
"Okay," Dr.Brin nodded writing in his notebook. "So you're have the same feelings towards him as you did with you're father after your mom passed."
"Pretty much," I shrugged looking out the window. "He brought me to this session."
"Would you feel better if I spoke with him?"
"Doesn't matter," I sighed turning back to him.
*Antonio*
I shifted uncomfortably in the chair I was in while going through the messages on my phone when the door Olivia he went through an hour and an half ago opened.
"Go talk with Maggie and get you're next session set up," Olivia's therapist said. "Mr.Cortez, I would like a word with you."
"Is Olivia alright?" I asked worried something was wrong.
"She fine," the therapist smiled. "I just wanted to introduce myself, Dr.Brin Karapoluna."
"Antonio Cortez," I said shaking the old man's hand. "How long have you been Olivia's therapist?"
"Since she was around ten," he said walking over to his desk. "Would you care if I gave you a bit of advice?"
"On what?"
"Don't hurt her," he said looking up. "I think of Olivia as a daughter and I hate seeing her hurt."
"That's not professional," I said glaring at him.
"Olivia is the only patient I kept seeing after I became a therapy adviser," he said. "Therefore I look into her well being. Now if you'll excuse me I have a lecture at the community college to give, but hopefully I'll see you again."
Nodding I walked out of the office and over to Olivia who was on her phone, pressing the button for the elevator I stood beside her and gently pushed her in the box.
"You okay?" I asked her after we climbed back in the car.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "Can you just take me home, I changed my mind about shopping."
"Yeah," I nodded and headed back towards her house. Twenty minutes later I turned the car off looking over at Olivia seeing her sleeping, I slowly opened her door and very carefully carried her inside and laid her down on her bed.
After slipping her shoes off I covered her with a thin blanket before walking out into the hall, sighing I looked at her the door that had Gracie's Fairy Home wrote on a board. Glancing at Olivia's sleeping form I opened the door and walked on Gracie's room taking in bright colors, smiling I took a picture and walking out and closing the door behind me.
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____________________________________ My grandpa was able to come home today, he is still weak but he's back home. So I will hopefully be able to concentrate on this book and my others that I have started.
