Monday.
I had Ashton in my office with me, discussing a patient when a small knock came from the door, Mila slowly entering, making me smile.
"Good evening Mila, Ashton this is Mila- Mila this is Ashton, one of my friends" I spoke, seeing them both exchange small smiles.
"I'll catch up with you later" Ashton nodded, leaving with a smile towards Mila.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her as she sat, a small smile on her face.
"I'm good, you?" She spoke quietly.
"I'm good" I nodded to her.
I tapped my pen on my desk as I looked to her, wording what I was going to say in my head before I just blurted it out.
"I know you went through something traumatic" I spoke to her.
"But I can't figure it out, I don't know if you were abused, if you were assaulted- I can't piece anything together" I spoke, standing and moving to her.
Her eyes stared to me.
"I know you want to tell me" I whispered, crouching in front of her
"I know it's killing you, I can tell that your heart is aching to talk to someone about it" I spoke.
"I won't think any differently of you, I won't judge you, I'm going to help you- and that's it." I whispered, tucking hair behind her ear slowly.
"Let it go Mila, talk to me."
I could see so much in her face.
"No one hurt me" she lied.
"What are you scared of?" I asked her quietly.
She blinked slowly.
"A lot" she whispered out.
"It's just me and you" I reminded her, taking her hands into my own.
I watched her thumbs slowly run over my knuckles.
"I just had a sucky life- plenty of people have experienced that" she mumbled out.
"No, there's more to your story" I spoke to her.
"Why do you care so much?" She asked me quietly.
"Because I want to help you" I spoke sternly to her
"I think that's the first time anyone has ever said that to me"
