Chuck's therapist was an older man, possibly the same age as Bart. Apparently this was beneficial to his therapy since he often thought of the good doctor as his father figure. Lord knows he needed one since his own had failed miserably in that department.
"Charles" Dr. Reed Boris drawls in an attempt to capture his patient's attention. An hour ago he received a call requesting an emergency session. Dr. Boris rarely met such such difficult demands but in hopes of making a breakthrough with Chuck, he rearranged a few clients. Now all he had to do was find a way to get the young billionaire to talk. He thought that would have been easy yet for the last twenty minutes, Chuck refused to say a word; he searched the office looking for a distraction and avoiding the disapproving gaze of the brunette woman who came with him.
Chuck stopped pretending as though he were interested in some watercolor painting that hung on the wall and turned to his therapist. "Huh?" he grunts, raising a brow.
"What exactly are you here for?" Dr. Boris lifts his pen, ready to scribble down notes at a moment's notice.
Chuck points to the woman next to him. "Blair demanded that I come"
Blair scoffs but doesn't say anything, part of their compromise was that she would sit in the session and be silent.
Dr. Boris does an excellent job of hiding his disappointment. "So there isn't anything that you would like to talk about?" When Chuck shakes his head, the therapist turns to Blair who nods and mouths something unintelligible. This gives him the idea to hint at different theories until he is able to get his patient to open up. "Well that last time we met, we were approaching the topic of your father. Would you like to discuss him?"
Chuck shrugs. "There isn't much to say"
One look at Blair and Dr. Boris know that this isn't true, there's plenty that the young Bass could say about Bart. "And why is that?" He questions.
Chuck shoots a wary look at Blair before mumbling, "Because it was impossible for us to be close"
Dr. Boris leans back, clasping his hands together, from his body language it's obvious that he's getting a little excited at the prospect of getting into Chuck's psyche. "Because you could never live up to his extremely high expectations?" He questions.
Chuck looks down at his expensive Italian leather shoes. "That, amongst other things. But mostly because of my sister"
The doctor pauses for a full second, completely caught off guard. "You have a sister" He looks through his chart, searching for anything that could explain how he missed that important detail. When he looks back up, Chuck seems annoyed.
"Yes" The only heir to the Bass Empire rolls his eyes. "We were twins"
Dr. Boris nods as though he finally understands even though he really doesn't, "How did this create the distance between you and Bart?"
Chuck cradles his head in his cupped hands. When he speaks his reply is muffled "Because she's dead and I'm not"
Blair reaches over to take his hand but he pulls out of her grasp. She frowns but instead of moving away, she sits closer to Chuck.
…
Years ago, Chuck decided that he never wanted to remember Savvy at her darkest hour. Instead he chooses to remember the girl she once was, before life ruined her - beautiful, innocent and happy. However, right now he's unable to gloss over the gory details. There is just one particular memory that keeps standing out in his mind - the story of the pillowman. It was about a man made of pillows whose job was take suicide victims back to a previous point in their lives, before it all turned to shit, and make them die when they were children. For some odd reason, it was Savvy's favorite story. She would read it over and over again. Once Chuck asked her why. And she told him: "Because it's tragic"
Chuck purses his lips, trying to wrap his head around the concept. "I thought girls were supposed to like stories with happy endings"
"They do" Savvy comments, "But I'm not your average girl" She then gives a nonchalant shrug, her auburn curls bouncing.
"I still don't get it"
Savvy rolls her eyes. "Of course you don't" She gets up to sit directly in front of Chuck on the glass coffee table. She's not supposed to sit there but Bart is working late and their nanny went home for the night so she can get away with whatever she wants. "Real life is tragic" she says slowly. "That's what makes it such a great story. It tells the truth, there's no such thing as fairy tales or happy ending. Just death"
Chuck stares at her and suddenly he realizes that there is more the Savvy than meets the eye. She may smile constantly but there's something dark that lurks beneath the surface. He's tempted to dig deep to find out what it is.
…
"Charles" Dr. Boris calls, snapping the younger man out of his day dream.
Chuck blinks, trying to remember where he was. "What?" he mumbles. In the dark depths of his mind, he's wondering when the pillowman was going to come rescue him.
"You were talking about your sister's death and then you just stopped talking. What happened?"
Chuck pinches the bridge of his nose and he inhales a deep breath. "On the eve of my, I mean our," He speaks quickly, stumbling over his words. "Fifteenth birthday, I woke up in the middle of the night feeling as though something was wrong. When I went into the bathroom, there she was- soaking in a tub of her own blood"
Blair gasps and Chuck turns to look at her. "And now you know what I don't talk about her" He mumbles.
"You discovered her body?" Dr. Boris says quickly before Chuck can get distracted.
Chuck shakes his head. "No, she died the next day. She was still alive when I found her. My father took her to the hospital but wouldn't let them put her under psychiatric observation . The next night, she tried to kill herself again and jumped off the roof of my fathers building. Bart never let me forget that he wished that it had been me instead, just as I constantly reminded him that it was his fault that she died"
Chuck closes his eyes, blocking out the therapists office. There was no newspaper articles or funeral. No one ever mentioned Savvy again and all pictures of her vanished. It was almost as though he imagined her. But he couldn't have.
Because right now, while he was wasting his time talking to a therapist who would never understand him, Savvy was at his penthouse waiting for her darling brother to return.
Author's Note: I know it's short and I'm really sorry about that. I've just been losing interest in this story and it's getting harder for me to write. Maybe a few reviews will give me a little encouragement.