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FAQ's

Will Erica find another love interest?

Maybe yes…maybe no – to be honest, I enjoy writing a story where someone else is the bad guy instead of good old Eddie.

**37**

I hate Whitlock. I never actually liked him but right now I'm sure that my negative feelings towards him go deeper. This man seems to have some sickish joy in digging around in old wounds. What the hell is the sense in talking about my childhood? It was crappy but it's over and I'd like to forget all about it. I can't wait for the day to come when I can burn my fucking birth certificate but as long as I don't get my bottom surgery that's wishful thinking.

"How does it make you feel to look at yourself as a child?"

"I don't know."

He smirks and takes the pictures from me to place them back to the others on the table between us.

"You don't know or you don't want to talk about it?"

"I don't know what use there is in talking about the past. It makes me miserable when we have to talk about him over and over again. I hate him."

"No third person. He is you. Brian will always be a part of your life and you need to accept that, Bella."

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"I will, in exactly fourteen minutes. You seem a bit tensed today. Is something bothering you?"

Yes, you and your stupid questions about Brian. What do you want to hear from me? How I tried to cut off my dick with nail scissors? How I secretly stole one of Renee's bras to wear it underneath my clothes? How my father told me that he wished I was dead because that would still be better than having such a perverted son like me.

Maybe he was right.

"Bella, you need to tell me what is going on inside that head of yours. I'm here to help you, even if it doesn't seem like that to you."

"Kay,"

"Why don't you want to talk about your childhood?"

"It's unnecessary and painful."

"Painful probably but I don't think it's unnecessary. Have you tried to contact your parents again?"

"What for? They hate me. I talk to Edward's mom Esme. She'd let me know if something had happened to Charlie and Renee."

"You and Edward have been friends for quite a while now, haven't you?"

"His parents and mine are neighbors. But the reason we are friends is because he never saw me as a boy. He even helped me to choose my new name when I was a kid."

"Interesting and were the two of you ever in a romantic relationship with each other?"

"I don't like guys."

"Oh right. You have a girlfriend now, the little dark-haired one who was here to pick you up last time. She's very pretty."

And she's mine.

"Alice is amazing. I'm happy to have her in my life."

"How does she feel about you being transgender?"

"She's very accepting; more probably than I deserve her to be. I'm worried about people who are going to give her a hard time for being with someone like me."

"Does she know?"

"Does she know what?"

"That you are concerned about her getting hurt because of you."

"Alice says she doesn't care about what people say but I don't buy that."

He smirks again and looks down at the watch on his wrist before he clears his throat.

"You're lucky. Your time is up now, Bella. I see you next week."

Outside his office Alice is standing at the counter and is talking cheerfully to his secretary.

"It was nice talking to you." she tells Maria before she turns around to wrap me into a tight hug.

"She's going to buy one of my paintings. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, it is. Which one are you selling to her?"

"The one with the gerbera flowers in it. How was your therapy session?"

"Exhausting," I murmur between my teeth.

Alice frowns and when she speaks up again her sweet voice sounds unusually strict.

"Dr. Whitlock, I don't like you being so hard on her. She's such a sensitive person."

"My apologies, Ma'am but I'm just doing my job."

"I bet there are some much nicer therapists here in Seattle."

"That depends how you define the word nice."

"Is that everything you have to say to your defense?"

"I don't have to justify my methods to my patients' friends. Bella is stronger than she knows."

I pull Alice with me because I'm afraid she and he are going to continue arguing with each other.

"Good bye, Bella. I see you next week."

"Miss Brandon."

He takes her hand and lifts it to his lips to blow a kiss over her knuckles.

What the fuck…

"Your girlfriend is in good hands with me."

Her girlfriend will not bring her here again, so that you can drool over her like the sleaze ball you are.

I try to suppress the awkward feeling of jealousy that spreads through me while we take the elevator downwards. Alice is with me. She doesn't even like men. I have no reason to feel threatened by Whitlock.

"You seem sad. Maybe you should consider getting another therapist."

"Erica knows someone whom she recommended to me."

"Fine, then you are going to continue seeing Whitlock. I don't want you to discuss anything personal with someone who is seeing that woman as well."

"Please, stop being jealous all the time. Erica is my friend."

"Why are you always defending her? It's like you are putting her above me."

"That's not true. I love you. Erica is just a friend. She has helped me so much with makeup and the hormone therapy after I joined the group."

"Yeah, wonderful Erica is so very helpful. I still can't stand that woman for crying out loud."

I sigh deeply and wrap my arms around Alice's neck to pull her close to me.

"I love you. You don't have to worry about Erica having some kind of romantic interest in me. My heart belongs to you and I want it to stay that way."