Sitting in the room, I listen as Dr. Lector shuffles through several papers on his desk. We had just gone through the paperwork my aunt signed and answered questions on. As I had said before, there were several mistakes on those papers. We spent 5 or 10 minutes going through them and correcting them. Dr. Lector now has some good information on me but he still doesn't know the truth.

He stacks the papers neatly and places them back in my file.

"All right, with that taken care of, is there anything that you'd like to talk about today?"

"I'd rather go home."

"Go home and hear your aunt gripe on about the meeting being so short?"

"No. I'd be hearing her chattering off to her friends how cute you are and how much she wants to go out with you."

"Oh? Your aunt has a liking to me?"

"Yeah. But don't be so glad. She does this a lot. She sees a man she thinks is cute, she goes out with him for awhile, they do the nasty, and later on break up. My dear old aunt is nothing but a vanity addicting slut. Don't go near her if you want commitment." He chuckles at my comment but I have gotten so use to it, I don't bother narrowing my eyes.

"How touching to talk about your aunt."

"Yeah. I don't tell her that stuff though, so please don't tell her."

"Anything we say is between us, remember?"

"Yeah, but you're still human and humans are easily tempted." He chuckles again as if I were amusing him greatly.

"You're right. You are absolutely right. But, I don't care to tell her those things. If the other psychiatrists have already given up on you then I'll be the first to break through your shell."

"Oh? And why are you so confident?"

"Because I have an effect on others where, if you're around me long enough, you'll tell me anything I ask of you." Okay, this guy was starting to creep me out.

"Have I ever told you that you look almost exactly like Red Foreman from That '70s Show?" He smiles this time instead of chuckling.

"What a creative observation, Miss Alkins." I guess no one's ever told him this...

"Do you ever watch that show, Dr. Lector?"

"No. But I find your comparison quite humorous. Not once has a patient of mine ever tried to make me laugh as much as you." Wow. His job must get really boring then. Not having someone ever humor you to the point of laughter.

"So, what else did you want to talk to me about, Sir?"

"Your parents. They died when you were 11, correct?" I frowned and felt a sudden sadness hover over me.

"Yes. You are right about that."

"What were they like?" I looked down at my feet and took a deep breath.

"They were kind. I loved them so much. Of course, they disiplined me for things I'd do wrong but that's normal. They both gave me unconditional love and affection to where I thought I'd never want to leave them, even after the age of 18. But, I never knew of the future that would befall the three of us." A tear slipped out and slid down my cheek to drop. I didn't know if Dr. Lector had seen this or not but I didn't really care right now.

"Would you like to go on?" I sat there in silence, wondering if I should let him go any further into my past. Wondering if I should let my guard down just this once.

"You don't have to continue if you don't want to-"

"I'll finish." My voice cracked in midsentence and more tears started flowing out. I heard Dr. Lector get up and sit down next to me. He pulled out a hankerchief and pulled my face up.

"Maybe we should stop for today," he said as he wiped my face of any tears. After he finished, I looked up at him.

"I was in the car when it happened. We were going home after they picked me up from school. It was as normal as any other day. But, someone wasn't paying attention when the light turned green. We drove as directed but the stranger that was supose to stop at the red light didn't do so. They came at the car at full speed and crashed. I was in the midst of all the rubble and hurried to get out. I saw my dad's head smashed against the windshield and blood coming out continuously. Then, I saw my mom half way under the car outside. She was looking out with wide eyes and she didn't move when I shook her or screamed her name. I saw not only death that day but the life of my parents taken away from me. It killed me so bad on the inside, I never thought I'd be happy again."

I started crying again and clutched the sides of the couch, hard. Dr. Lector held me in his arms as I continued to cry. His sudden action shocked me but I let him put his arms around me and hold me.

"And then they made you live with your aunt, right? Then, you were not only living without your parents but with the woman you disliked greatly." I nodded into his chest, wondering if I had let him in way too soon.

"There, there, Nicole. Shhhh...It'll be all right." He knows that he's lying. Nothing will ever be okay. Nothing had gotten better ever since the accident. We both knew this but that's the only thing to say at moments like this, even if it's a lie.

My crying eventually stopped and Dr. Lector preceeded to wipe my tears away again. He put his hand on my face and rubbed my cheek softly.

"You never need to feel uncomfortable crying around me. I'll always be here to help you. That's my job." My heart pounded and I felt my face grow a little warm. I pushed myself away from him and looked at the clock.

"I think I should be going now." He looked at his watch and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I do believe you're right. Shall we have our next appointment the following Thursday, as always?"

"Sure." I sat there and listened to him write down our next appointment and any notes he needed to write down. As he did this, I wondered another thing to myself.

Why was I blushing? And why was it because of Dr. Lector's kindness towards me?