Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

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The next day:

"I feel like we haven't had a session in a while." Her therapist giggled, clicking her pen. "Yeah, it's been a minute." Destiny agreed. "Well, let's dive straight into it." Stephanie stated, "How have you been? Any life updates?" She questioned. Destiny cleared her throat, fixing her posture on the couch.

"Skylar is adjusting better to her new living situation." Destiny informed, "She rarely wakes up crying in the middle of the night now." Stephanie smiled, "That's good. How are things with you and Kross?" She asked. "We're good." Destiny simply said. She seemed off for some reason.

"That's really good, Destiny. How are you doing?" Stephanie questioned, observing her body language. "I, Um. I'm doing fine." Destiny shook her head. "You don't seem like you're doing fine. What's bothering you?" Stephanie asked. Destiny sighed, looking out the window.

"I recently had dinner with my parents." She confessed. "Oh, that's surprising." Stephanie's eyes expanded. Scrunching her face, Playing with her acrylic nails, she said, "I thought I was ready. I mentally prepared myself weeks prior, but." She stopped, shaking her head.

"But what, Destiny?" Stephanie asked. "He said that he only remembers us fishing after the fact I brought up what I remember happening." Destiny spoke, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of cracking. "As usual, my mom tried to shut it down, but I-I didn't stop. I got it out." She said.

"Can you tell me what you said to him?" Stephanie and Destiny made brief eye contact. "Nothing, I guess. After he denied doing the things he did...I got angry. Then my mom suggested they leave and I agreed with her." She shrugged. "Then why did you agree to being face to face with him?" Stephanie asked, curious.

Many rape victims often find it hard to be face to face with their attacker, so she found it a bit odd that Destiny was willing to have dinner with her father. "I really just want to wash my hands with him." She stated. Stephanie pulled in her lips, closing the notepad. She scooted her chair closer to Destiny.

"Destiny, it's not about washing your hands with the person who hurt you. It's about finding peace, and I mean, truly finding peace. You have to learn how to sort of love yourself all over again. Just because you face your dad doesn't mean you've cut him out your life." Stephanie reasoned, being openly honest.

"But you said I need to write my parents a letter stating that I forgive them." Destiny squinted her eyes, confused. "Exactly, so you wouldn't have to face them. You inviting him over to dinner could bring back some of your trauma and cause you to slip back into that little girl who was raped." Stephanie voiced.

She was right. After dinner that night, Destiny wasn't getting a full nights rest. When she wasn't tending to Kaleb, she was overworking herself with photo shoots and interviews just so she wouldn't have the time to think about crying or being sad.

"Well I'm not that little girl anymore." She made clear. "Then why invite your parents to dinner?" Stephanie asked again, eyeing her. The room went silent. "Can we wrap this up? I just remembered I have a shoot to get to." Destiny said.

Twisting her mouth to the side, Stephanie stood up to her feet, walking towards her desk. She began writing on a white piece of paper. "I'm prescribing you some sleeping pills." She spoke.

"That really isn't necessary." Destiny stated. "It is, and it'll help." She held the paper out in her hand. Looking down at the paper, Destiny rolled her eyes, taking it from Stephanie's hand. "I will see you on Friday. We'll pick up where we left off. I hope you'll have an answer for me then." Stephanie smiled.

Not bothering to respond, Destiny exited the office, going on her way.

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Taylor:

Waking up cold and sober, Taylor's eyes adjusted to the dark room as she checked her surroundings. She stood up from the wooden floor, walking over to the only door in sight. Attempting to turn the knob, she soon realized she couldn't get out.

"Hello! I want to leave!" She yelled, banging loudly on the door. Foot steps could be heard getting closer, she took a step back from the door. Watching the door slowly open, she looked up to see who would be standing in front of her. She couldn't remember what happened last night or how she got to whatever this place is.

"Good afternoon." The guy spoke in his deep voice. "Afternoon? What time is it?" She asked, searching for her phone in her bag. There was no phone or keys inside. "Where's my phone?" She turned back around, facing him. "Are you hungry?" He answered her question with a question.

Pulling a honeybun from his jacket pocket, he tossed it to her. Taylor failed to catch it, causing the honeybun to fall to the floor. "I'm not hungry. I want my phone and I wanna leave." She stated. The guy laughed, "I'd eat that if I were you. You're gonna be here for a while." He said.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want, money? I don't have money." She voiced, beginning to get scared. He took a step closer to Taylor, looking deeply into her green eyes. "Don't worry, this ain't personal. You just collateral damage." He smirked.

Tears fell from Taylor's eyes as her lips started to tremble. "I-I have a daughter." She stuttered, hoping that her statement would bring her to freedom, but it didn't, and it wouldn't. "How old is she?" The man questioned, making conversation as if he were clueless to Taylor's life.

"She's three. All little girls need their mommy." She said. He chuckled, looking her up and down. "Then why you out here willing to do whatever for some coke?" He asked. His question brought Taylor to shame. She's a drug addict, this she couldn't deny. She neglected to take care of her disorder, which drove her to snorting whatever she could get her hands on.

"At least tell me your name?" She spoke, watching him walk back over to the door. He turned around to look at her. The dimmed light from the hallway caused Taylor to catch a glimpse of his face. She couldn't help but notice that disgusting scar on his forehead and the black eyepatch he wore over his right eye.

"James." Was all the man said before closing the door behind him, heading back down the hall.

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Thoughts on this chapter?

- Who else feels like Destiny still needs more time to deal with her issues?

- Why you think she invited her dad to dinner?

- Who do you guys think is "James" ? Y'all Think he gonna kill Taylor ? 😭

Vote & comment. Thanks for reading! 🥰