I nervously walked down to my therapist office.
What if he just glared at me again.
I don't think I could tale it if he did.
I decide I would just skip the next session if all he did was glare at me again.
I looked at my watch and saw I only and three minutes to get there so I quickened my pace.
When I got there I let out a sigh of relief out when I realized instead of a bronzes haired god sitting behind the desk sat a baby face blond guy.
" Um where is Mr. Cullen?" I asked then stated to bit my lip what if he was like the rest of them ready to give up on me only after one session?
The blond guy look up at me and said, "Mr. Cullen is sick I'm subbing for him is that alright. I'm Mike by the way."
I thought about this was it alright?
No, no it wasn't it alright I hate all men.
No, you don't my inner voice said I told it to shut up and nodded at Mike what was one more hour of torture in my miserable life.
That hour I didn't get to talk much because Mike talked all hour while starting at me intensely.
I was grateful that I didn't have to talk, but his staring was uncomfortable so I avoided eye contact by looking around the office.
It had a desk in the middle of the room made of chest nut and two fake plants on both sides of the couch that I sat on, on the far side of the room.
It had a painting of the sea it was beautiful.
The buzzer brought my eyes back to the desk that Mike sat.
I got up to leave and on my way to the door Mike stopped me by putting is hand on my arm.
How dare he, he had no right to touch me he made me brake the promise I made to myself that no man would touch me again except Emmett of course.
I glared at him until he moved his hand.
"Sorry" he said, " I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out on a date with me this weekend."
"I'm busy this weekend" I mumbled and ran out before he could say anything else.
That night I went home and got a call for Jessica saying she wanted to go shopping tomorrow.
Errr I hate shopping.