Chapter 1
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Robin is in therapy, Regina mills is his therapist. Eventually OutlawQueen. This story contains mature themes that may be triggering for some individuals. Warning : This story contains themes such as self-harm, violence, child abuse that may be triggering for some individuals so please read at your own risk. Not all of these subjects will happen, but don't worry OutlawQueen will!.
The wooden door creaked wide open and the next patient walked into the room wearing a mundane look of disappointment. Her eyes scanned the small case file on her lap, when he sat down on the brown leather couch, his head tilts downward to avoid immediate contact with her.
"Sorry i'm late. I was just going over a few files." She explained to him, her nose hairs twitch in disgust from the overwhelming scent of forest.
"Miss Tate let me in rather early, so I apologize." his voice was dull, as he speaks to her.
The bruntlett gets up from her chair, closes the door for privacy reasons. Her jet black pencil skirt moves in perfect rhythm with her short strides. His bright golden locks of hair fell flatt, his neck stiffens as he dreads the rest of this pathetic appointment.
"So what would you like to talk about." her voice was loud, rather annoying to him as he forces his ears to listen.
He could be doing so many other things than being here at his therapy appointment. It wasn't his choice to come here, someone else arranged it. He was perfectly fine, had no sever mental health issues that affected his ability to do his job.
"You may want to trust me, this is a safe place to talk." Her boisterous tone bounced off the ugly wallpaper, hit his eardrum.
He had a hard time trusting people, especially woman. He blames his horrific past for his failed relationship problems. He could never understand the female mind, live up to there high expectations. It's all about timing, he was told by a few close friends of his that were happily married to there spouses.
Hands on the clock ticked ideally by , as the minutes moved painfully slow. 58 minutes left to go and he still had nothing more to say to her.
Regina was accustomed to her clients silence at there first appointments. He was all to quiet, for her liking. She sat there for hours, slowly shifting her legs to a different position. Her fingers itched with rage from the lack of stillness.
Robins hand shook, it barely moved an inch. Painful memories hit his head with a hammer. He rocks his body back and forth. He blocked out his abusive history with strong drinks at night so he can sleep.
"How much time is left?." He asked her, as she lets out a small sigh "55 minutes."
"Sorry for wasting your time."
"Don't be." A much softer voice rang in his ears.
"You're the first woman who has never given up on me."
"I'm honored. Has this feeling of abandonment happened to you before?." She asks him , his head drops lower to the ground, he nods his neck.
Regina jots down a few small notes in his case file, sets a short term goal for them to work on. Her dark chocolate brown eyes search for his face, he flashes a smile at her. He felt bad for taking so long to open up, talk freely to her.
His eyes dart up to the wall clock, it was already time for him to go. His one hour went by faster than he realized. He still didn't get up from the couch. His feet forgot how to get up, walk out the door.
"I would like to see you here tomorrow at noon."
"Okay, milady I will be here tomorrow."
"I prefer Regina." She kindly repeated her formal name to him, his dimpled cheeks turn red, his mind picks up on the awkward exchange.
"you can call me Robin."
Her ivory white skin turns pale, she looks directly at his face. He tried hard not to laugh at her facial expression when her eyes meet his. She was cute, very sweet about the mishap. She lead him out of her office, so he could set up another appointment date.
