by Vince Stark
I considered driving to her house but I wasn’t feeling right and knew I shouldn’t drive. Day turned to night and still no reply to my several messages. I called her, it rang and rang, I was waiting for voicemail, to my surplice she answered.
Hi Jack
Leah! Are you okay?
I’ve felt better
Where are you
Home
Do you want me to come over
No don’t come over, look Jack I think I’m done
Oh god, me too, I’ve had enough
No I mean us, I want to move on
Oh, ok well look
I don’t want to see you again Jack
I realize that was all a bit much, trust me things went further then I wanted them to, I thought that is what you wanted.
Look Jack I gotta go
Ok, Alright Leah, I guess that’s it
Take care Jack
And that was it, the phone went silent she was gone. I am not sure I have ever been dumped before, all of a sudden I felt very alone in my big house. It figures that when I finally fall in love I react by diving in the deep end of BDSM. I am not sure of my thought process, nothing made sense anymore. I thought I was helping her in some way. Clearly I fucked up. I could move on from this, I can forget her I kept on telling myself. I stayed in bed and ordered food, I nursed my wounds and tried to come back to life.
The alarm Monday morning felt like a drill through my skull, I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I was leveling out as the morning progressed. There was a message from Brad saying he had my bike at his place, I had asked him to drive it home at some point, I appreciated him doing that.
On my way out of the house I ripped off the screen door. I lost my mind for a moment, I took all of my frustrations out on that piece of shit screen door. I kicked it down the stairs, picked it up and punched a hole in it then threw it into the street. I yelled at the top of my lungs
“Fuck”
I wouldn’t let myself think about Leah but when I passed Princeville on the way into work I felt a pang in my heart. I would get over this, “fuck it” I said out loud while I raced down the highway.
When I got to the office and saw Heather I sensed something was up, Heather looked up at me from behind her reading glasses.
“Hello Dr. Willow”
“Hello Heather”
Yes, I am a Doctor, Heather works the front desk and keeps my life in order. You would be forgiven if you thought I worked for Heather but it is the contrary. I am a psychologists, I specialize in treating odd sexual behavior, I was not exactly feeling qualified this morning so I hoped my first patient was not a heavy one. I noticed there was no one in the waiting room and I didn’t have any of my regulars Monday mornings so I was optimistic.
“What do we have this morning Heather”
Heather passed me a file and replied,
“Mrs. Jenson, this is her first time here, she is in the office”
“Okay, what about the rest of the day”
“We have a one o’clock with Mr. Collingwood otherwise your schedule is clear”
Mr. Collingwood was undergoing some experimental treatment following prostate surgery, His last visit showed promising results.
“Dr. Willow . . .” Heather paused took off her reading glasses and thought for a moment. “Would you like a coffee?”
“No, thank you.”
Heather was acting strangely, I opened the door to my office and walked in to avoid any further idle chit-chat.
I looked down at the file to try to gather information on my new patient.
“Mrs. Jenson, how can I help you today?”
I was looking down at the file trying to gather any information I could.
“What the fuck?”
The familiar voice was Leah’s. I looked up and saw Leah sitting on the Patience couch. Leah Jenson.
“What are you doing here” she asked
“I am a Doctor, this is my office” I answered
“This can’t be happening” Leah buried her head in her hands.
I sat down in my chair behind my desk, “Well, this is an interesting situation”
I assumed she did not recognize Heather without her mask, Leah didn’t look up she kept her face hidden behind her hands, slowly she looked up at me, her eyes looked submissive and sad.
My innocent Leah Jenson, look at you now.
THE END
YOU WOULD BE FORGIVEN TO THINK I WORKED FOR HEATHER
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