Addicted to their Love

Chapter 12 Yeni

Yeni's p.o.v.

The smell of coffee, the warmth of a heater, brown wooden furniture, a tiny open window with a white transparent curtain, and the soft wind nudging my cold face...all too familiar.

I looked at the big watch on the wall...just one minute passed since I entered this room. And here I thought my session was about to finish. f**k me.

" How are you feeling, Yeni?"

My eyes shifted to the woman in front of me, brown hair, pushed behind in a tight bun...blue cat eyes glasses over her big doe brown eyes, maroon lipstick on her natural perfect lips. Her smooth brown skin like chocolate, complementing her blue coat and black pencil skirt. Her back straightened as she watched me, analyzed me with her sharp gaze.

Isn't she too sexy for a therapist?

I looked down at the desk between us, reading the black nameplate with golden words on it.

" Elora...", I spelled her name, peering up at her smiling face, a face that was supposed to comfort patients like me. It should comfort me too, right? But it didn't...it never did, no matter how gentle, how kind...how thoughtful she behaved.

Why...because this beautiful, kind, successful school counselor is also Mr. Clarke's fiance...or girlfriend, or just a friend with benefits. I am not sure yet, but she is the only woman he slept with nowadays, and they have both been wearing similar rings for three months now so... also Mr. Clarke is never that one-woman kind of man I'd seen him picking up random women from clubs or bars but now, he didn't do that anymore.

Looks like he is serious about her...and that made me so f*****g jealous. I shouldn't though...

" Yeni, you look lost today."

Ms. Kinisky's soft voice made me snap back to reality. Blinking my eyes, I stared back at her. She is still doing that analyzing thing, also writing god knows what on that brown leather diary.

One day I am going to steal that diary of hers.

She wiggled her waist, leaning over the desk, and rested her elbows on it, her face sparkled in excitement. Nope, I am not liking it. Not even a bit.

" So, let's talk about how your life is going after the summer break.", she asked, as if talking to a friend.

But it's one of her tricks to lure me into her trap, so she can understand my 'feelings' and fix it...fix me. But I don't want to be fixed. Maybe she is the only human I got scared of sometimes. I don't like talking, especially about my feelings, and especially to a mere human counselor.

What does she know about us anyway...she is just a pathetic human.

Bitchie my wolf growled inside my mind, but I didn't respond to her. Not in front of my counselor, don't want her to think that I talked to myself.

Ms. Kinisky is still watching me with these same brown eyes and a warm smile, waiting for my reply. I could hear my own pounding heart with the sound of a clock ticking and the wind whipping the open window...footsteps of some students or teachers echoing in the silent hallway.

I looked away and stared at the wooden desk instead. I don't want to talk about me, not today.

I don't want to tell her why I am wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, why I spend my night inside the forest instead of going home...why I checked my phone every damn minute, why the f**k I hoped daddy will call me, and ask me why I didn't come home last night... Or why I didn't attend breakfast this morning.

He didn't call. He didn't even leave a message. Hell, I am sure he wouldn't even have realized that I am not at home.

It's pathetic. People have way more serious problems than me, they don't have money to study, they don't have a roof over their heads...they don't have food. But I have everything. I should be grateful. I shouldn't overreact. I don't know why I do that.

It's not that big of a deal...but I don't know why I keep thinking that, wondering if one day I just vanished, then no one is even going to realize I am gone.

I shifted back when I felt her hand over mine, as she passed me a tissue. And then only I noticed my wet cheeks. f**k her, seriously f**k this therapy and therapy sessions.

Ms. Kinsky, this room...it just forced me to think, forced me to face reality. And I hate it.

I just want to forget everything and keep following Mr. Clarke. It's weird that the most abnormal thing in my life made me feel normal... But after yesterday, I can't even do that. He installed f*****g cameras!

" Yeni..."

" Wait...", I interrupted, before she could say or ask anything else. She didn't even start yet and I was already crying.

I took the tissue and wipe my tears and nose before throwing it in the small blue dustbin near the desk. She sighed, knowing I am purposely doing this all slowly, to waste the time.

My eyes peeked at the watch on the wall, just above the open window. It's ten thirty only...twenty more minutes before lunch. s**t. I have to tolerate it somehow.

I picked up the black nameplate and looked in front of me, she was already analyzing my every move as if I were some puzzle, she need to solve.

" What does Elora mean?", I asked, touching the golden words with my index finger.

Ms. Kinsky look between my hands and face, still with that same warm smile, " I am not sure...maybe sun or sun rays something like that.", she shrugged, leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs...Did Mr. Clarke kiss her legs too? Of course, he would have...she is so pretty after all.

" But...we are here to talk about you, not me, Yeni.", she said, making me look back at her face again, " So, tell me, how are you feeling?"

" Does it matter?", I mumbled, looking away from her penetrating gaze. She looked at me as if she knew all about me...as if she knew what is going on inside my insane mind.

" And why doesn't it?"

" It's not the answer to my question...", I countered, glaring back at her but she just raised her brow at me, smiling.

Ah, I didn't answer her question either. Her and her stupid mind games.

Ms. Kinsky sighed deeply, her eyes softening as she watched my face. I don't know what she saw...a broken depressed girl, trying to be a smartass?

" You were doing so good for the past six months and now suddenly..."

" I did nothing wrong, Tyler deserves it.", I groaned hearing her. Yes, I know, I was doing good, I was doing so good.

I remained out of trouble, somehow able to pass my exams, except Chemistry, and even ignored Cyrus and his gang. But then, that all f****d up and I have to come here again...just because of one small mistake.

" Why did you throw noodles at him?", She asked, and the way she tightened her jaw, I can see she is trying to control her laugh as she spoke those words.

I shrugged, " Because that's the only thing on the table."

And now Ms. Kinsky laughed, shaking her head as she again write something in that diary. Perhaps, something about me. I wonder, did she ever show that diary to Mr. Clarke...however, she always told me everything inside this room, stay inside. But still...who is watching her. She could have told him...right?

But why am I getting nervous anyway Mr. Clarke had already found out I stalked him, whatever little good girl image I'd maintained in front of him had gone now.

After writing something in that diary, she again peered up at me, now giving me her brightest smile. I am f****d, I know what she is going to talk about.

" Let's talk about piano..."

Ha! I knew it. Humans are so predictable.

" How is your practice going, Xavier told me you are playing better every day."

Xavier...she can even call him by his name!

Fuck him, he is the last person I want to talk about. The way he acted yesterday...he could have told me directly, I wouldn't even have minded if he had reported me. But no, he acted like an ashole. Why I liked him in the first place...yes, I know. Because I'm an i***t.

Ms. Kinisky looked at me skeptically when I didn't reply to her, " Did something happen between you two?", she asked and I just shook my head, my heart pounding inside my rib cage as I stared at her. Mr. Clarke didn't tell her anything, did he?

No...I'm thinking too much. If she had known I was stalking her fiance, she would have been in the police station to report me, not sitting here talking to me, right?

" Do you know my name is Yeniffer?", I suddenly asked the first thing that came to my mind. I need to change the subject, I need to run away from here before she suspects anything. Why am I afraid anyway...am I...am I ashamed of my actions now?

Or maybe I am ashamed because I am not ashamed at all. I am ashamed because I'm shameless.

" Yes, I know. But we were talking about something else.", Ms. Kinsky replied, raising her perfect sharp brow at me.

" It means white fairy.", I blurted, "My name..."

She smiled at me, " It suits you, you looked like a fairy."

This woman...I seriously hate her for being this foolishly kind. Maybe that's what Mr. Clarke liked about her...or maybe he just loved her outer beauty, her perfect height, toned body...sharp features, and black hair. Not weird silver like mine.

" No, you are just saying it to make me feel good.", I gritted my teeth, looking away, my eyes stared out of the window, the warm sun, peeking out from the grey clouds...finally.

" And why do you think like that? What's wrong with compliments..."

There is nothing wrong with compliments, there is wrong with me. I am wrong. I don't want to f*****g talk to her. f**k her, f**k everything.

I banged my hands on the table and stood up, feeling frustrated watching her concerned brown eyes. Shouldn't she feel irritated by me by now? Stupid f*****g human.

I picked up my bag, tugging it over my shoulder, " Stop doing this psychiatrist s**t with me.", I said and turned around, strolled toward the door, and opened it.

" Your session is not over yet.", she said from behind, making me stop near the door.

Why the hell she can't just let me be...school will pay her the same even if she didn't do her work and keep her mouth shut. But no, she has this obsession with fixing people like me, right?

" So?", I turned around and glared at her, she was still in her chair, and her face looked a little worried and that angered me more.

" Principal Magnus will..."

I laughed as she tried to scold me or threaten me, I don't know. She looked pathetic anyway. Shaking my head, I took a step toward her, smiling at her worried face.

" He will what?", I asked, walking towards her, " My daddy practically owns this school.", I scoffed, resting my palm on her desk, my bright blue eyes glaring down at her warm brown ones, " He owns this entire town, including your tiny little clinic.", I whispered the last part and turned around to leave.

This time she didn't stop me. So... that's how we threaten people.

Ms. Kinsky knows if I asked Daddy to turn her clinic into a dumpster, he would do it in a blink. He gave me everything I want...just didn't give me his time and affection and attention. Sometimes I think, maybe I just overreact, maybe these things aren't important enough, and I am just a stupid little baby...

I was walking in the hallway, checking my phone when my body suddenly collided with something hard, or should I say, someone hard.

A familiar scent hit my nose. And I exactly know who that person is...