Tapestry of Scars

Interpersonal Therapy

A/N: This one is kind of a wild ride. Then again, most of what I write is. But it definitely takes a turn. It's...descriptive.

Also, just a quick FYI, I've had some shit go down in my life and I'm about to be living in my car, as the house I'm living in is being sold and I've only been able to find part time work. And while I can appreciate the "starving artist" concept I'd kinda not like to play it in real life. So I've swallowed my pride and created a Ko-fi account so people who enjoy my work can send me tips if they feel so inclined. ko-fi.com/ellakay.

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Chapter 3:

Interpersonal Therapy

After the group dispersed Alison told Emily where they'd be meeting for their one-on-one. It was an office that belonged to one of the doctors in the hospital. He had been working with Alison and her cause for almost two years, and he tried to arrange it so patients didn't have to leave the hospital before she thought they were ready. He rarely used his office, so he rented it out to her for no charge.

Emily dreaded seeing her again. She'd already made a fucking fool of herself. Over the years she'd become an expert at lying, but something about lying to the blonde made her feel wrong. It was hard for her to look in her penetrating blue eyes and make up some lame-ass story that she knew Alison would never buy anyway.

She made her way to Alison's borrowed office, dreading the conversation, but also intrigued to see her again. She found Alison seated in a chair behind a desk. She was scribbling something in a notepad.

When she walked into the room Alison glanced at her. Something about the way Emily carried herself roused an unyielding desire in her. She felt an attraction. And she knew it was wrong. Because the girl clearly wasn't in any place for emotional connections. But it was hard to resist her hormones. Emily had such a magnetic presence, like she was the only person in the world. She was exhibiting a quiet confidence that she'd been lacking in the group session.

Alison took a moment to notice just how striking she was. Despite the hospital stay she was chiseled and buff, but with soft curves and an effeminate face. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown with a light creamy tint that she hadn't been able to see in the darkness that first night they met. She tried not to stare at her.

God, her lips are so beautiful.

Emily's gaze did something to her, and she could only imagine what those plump rounded lips must taste like. Alison quickly quieted her lust for desire. She knew it would be wrong to get involved in more than a professional manner.

"Close the door." Alison glanced back at her notepad, just to avoid looking at her.

Her life had been a series of broken people she'd tried to fix. And this girl was no different.

Yet she was different. There was something about her. Alison couldn't quite figure it out.

"Why? You gonna take your clothes off or something?" Emily scoffed as she pushed the door shut.

"For privacy. I understand that you value yours. I didn't mean to make you feel cornered in the group session."

"It's fine." Emily buried her hands in her pockets and shuffled her left foot against the floor. She couldn't maintain eye contact with Alison either, which sparked a curiosity in the would-be therapist.

"I think I went about it the wrong way for you. And I apologize for that. I understand what someone like you shoulders in the wake of the tragedies you see..."