Speed woke up to a slightly darker room than he had drifted off to. His chocolate brown eyes needed to adjust to the rays of darkness making their way inside as he tried to take in his surroundings. Some kind of concern was brittly lying on his psychiatrist's face, he thought. "What did I say?" he asked, remembering everything at once.
The psychiatrist took just a little while to reply. "Did you tell anyone else about your father sexually abusing you?"
Speed tried to answer a few times promising, then just stood up and walked out, saying, "Bad idea.
"Hello?" Speed said, right as the front door fell in the locker behind him, picking up his cell phone to hear Calleigh's voice on the other end. "Tim? Are you alright?" she sounded. Speed sighed internally. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, his one hand going to his forehead as he just realised he was having a huge head-ache.
"You're not," Calleigh stated, knowing him all too well after so many years of being co-workers. "Do you want me to come over and try and make you feel better?"
"Calleigh. Don't, okay? I'm fine. I promise."
"Alright. Then you wouldn't mind me coming over to check so for myself. See you in ten minutes."
Speed groaned
"Tim?" Calleigh's voice sounded through the white front foor of his apartment. He tried not to listen. He had warned her not to take the effort to come over, and still she hadn't listened and now stood there banging on his door. "Tim, please... Do you want me to start screaming?"
Speed groaned, getting up to turn the golden key in the locker and let her in without saying a word, the front door neatly closing behind her. Her emerald green eyes captured his in the moment he turned around to her. "I told him," Speed blurted out, breaking under her too concerned glare. "About dad. I told him how dad in what kind of ways dad used hurt me."
He saw the younger blonde taking a deep breath and knew she knew. She cautiously deepened the contact between them and leaned up on her toes to wrap her arms around him. Instinctively, he did the same and sighed. He couldn't let her see him cry. She leant back. "Did you ever tell anyone else?" she asked.
Speed let out an ironical breath at the same question his psychiatrist had asked him nearly an hour before. "No," he replied now.
"It fucked up everything, Cal," he said, pushing her away from him and sinking down on his couch. She joined him and sat on its arm. "Well... Not literally," Tim continued. "I'm 30 for dear sake and I'm a virgin! While Eric sleeps with another girl every week!"
"Shh," Calleigh soothed, laying a gentle hand on his arm, getting up to sit on his lap and look at him. "That's what makes you even cuter to me," she smirked, leaning in carefully to let her lips brush against hers, him breaking apart from her in a need to explain. "I can't do it, Cal. I can't imagine doing the same to you as what my dad did to me."
"It doesn't have to hurt," Calleigh whispered, looking at him with passionate green eyes, taking his larger hands in her small ones and holding them. Simply. "Let me help you."