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This chapter is not that longer, but it has a lot of information in it.
Alison didn't really know what to expect when she suggested couples therapy. She was sitting on the right side of a white, leather couch in the middle of the room, while, Ezra, was sitting on her left side, as far from her as possible. The therapist was sitting in front of them on an arm chair, the same style as the couch.
They have been there for thirty minutes and neither one of them has said a single word. The brunette waited for them to start, after all, they are here to share their problems, so that she could help them.
The blonde tried to look anywhere else, but towards her husband. She also, for some unknown reason, tried to avoid eye contact with the brunette, sitting in front of her.
Emily, looked at Alison, then at Ezra and back at Alison. They were sitting there, not saying a word, which was kind of normal for a first session. She sat their silently, waiting for them to speak. Awhile back, she decided that she would wait for her patients to speak first, rather than have to pry it out of them.
"Why?" Alison was the first one to speak after thirty minutes of complete and utter silence. She figured not waist time and head straight to the point. That's why they are here after all. Because of what he did.
Ezra looked down, while Ali, turned to look at him. He was silent for a few seconds. Emily, too, was waiting eagerly for him to speak up. But she couldn't help but wonder, why on earth would someone cheat on one of the most beautiful girl, she has ever seen?
"Does it matter?" Asked, Ezra. Alison was staring at him, dumbfounded. "What?" she asked, getting really, irritated. Is he serious? She thought. "Of course it matters, you little prick!" Stated the blonde, now getting, even more, irritated.
"You ruined everything!" She screamed, waiving both of her hands in the air.
"Calm down, Alison." Said Emily softly. The blonde looked at her and saw a smile on the brunette's face. And she did what she was told, she calmed down and looked away from her husband.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Ezra, spoke. Alison, snorted "Yeah, well, your apology, is not worth much, right now."
Emily, expected the situation to go this way. She knew, Alison, would burst out. It was pretty normal for a woman, who has been cheated on. Cheating is the hardest thing to forgive for most women. Some, never do.
Again, silence, surrounded them, like a fog. Ezra, was looking down, again, while Alison, was shaking her left foot, which is crossed over her right one.
"I'm not perfect, okay? I made a mistake! "Ezra told, Alison. And she understood that. No one is perfect, everybody makes mistakes, but she couldn't get passed it, not yet.
"In order for this to work, you have to tell her the reason, Ezra." Emily spoke "If you want her to forgive you, you need to be honest."
"Will she?" He questioned.
"It's not a hundred percent, but, it's still better." She told him as she looked at his wife. She was beautiful. Her golden hair, fell in perfect curls down her shoulders. And she could lose herself in those blue eyes. She felt like she was looking at perfection itself.
"When I pitched the idea I had to my editor, he said that it was an amazing idea." Ezra started "He told me to start writing the story and I did." Alison turned to him as she listened, carefully. "Half of the book was ready, so I gave it to him. He said it was great and that he wanted me to finish it, as soon as possible, and gave me five million in advance." Alison's eyes went wide, her mouth opened, slightly. That was a lot of money.
"But, when I gave him the full story, he told me that they won't publish it and asked me to return the 5 million." He sighed. He looked at his wife and as he added "So, I went to a bar, got drunk and slept with her."
"So, instead of talking to me, your wife, you hooked up with some random slut?" Alison huffed. She was furious. Ali, understood his feelings, he spent 5 months, writing that book. But, they are married, they are supposed to talk to each other about stuff like that.
"Alison, hear him out." Said, the brunette.
"It didn't mean anything. I love you." He said, softly. "If you love me, why didn't you talk to me?" She asked.
"I couldn't. How could I? How could I tell you that, I am a failure?"
"Do you think, I'm that shallow?" The blonde asked. She is not, she wouldn't think like that. He is an amazing writer, he has written great books. Alison, actually admires and respect him very much. And always felt lucky to be married to Ezra.
"Do you think you could forgive him, Alison?" Asked, Emily.
"I don't know. This is not an excuse. What he did is still wrong." Alison said as she looked at the therapist.
The tall brunette was wearing a grey shirt, with a black, short, short skirt, with the help of which, her long, bare legs, were exposed. Her hair was black and curled, and fell down, just under her breasts. They stared at each other for mere seconds, but for them felt like, eternity.
"Stop judging me. You are not perfect, either!" Ezra suddenly, shouted, startling, Alison. She jumped back a little. He has never raised his voice like this. It took her a couple of seconds, but realized exactly what he was implying.
"Really? You are going down that path?" She asked, clenching her teeth together.
Emily, felt the tension in the room, rise. She felt like there was a secret, behind Ezra's words. And, judging by the way, the blonde reacted, she was right.
Ezra, shook his head, realizing, what his wife was thinking "No, No. That's not what I meant, Ali" he said.
"That's exactly what you meant!" Alison started, tears falling form her eyes "Well, I'm sorry for getting hit by a car, I'm sorry for not being able to have kids, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry!" she shouted as she stormed out of the office.
"Ali!" She heard him shouting, but she didn't turn back, she didn't stop, she just ran. Alison, knew that he didn't mean it like that, he would never hurt her like that, and he knows the nightmare she went through. When she told him, Ezra was so accepting and said that he didn't care. But deep down, she knew it bothered him.
The blonde couldn't bear to look at Emily. She didn't want to see that look, the look of pity.
Alison woke up, blinking slowly to readjust her eyes to the light of the room. She groaned, feeling pain in her head and her whole body. She looked around, trying to make sense of where she is.
"Ali?" the blonde looked in the direction, which the voice was coming from. "Alison, sweetie, how are you feeling?" asked an older woman.
"Mom?" questioned, Alison.
"Yeah, honey. It's me." Answered the woman, wiping her tears. She was holding, her daughter's right hand. "Where am I?"
"You are in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?" Asked, Jessica.
Alison closes her eyes. The last thing she remembers is driving her car. She was going to Ezra's apartment. After that it's a blur.
"I… um.. I remember driving.." Ali said trying to dig out her own memories.
"You got into an accident on your way to Ezra's. You lost control of your car and crashed into a tree."
"Am I okay?"
"Let's wait for the doctor, okay, sweetie?" Jessica said sadly. In that moment, Alison, knew that there was something wrong. After a couple of minutes, an old man, with grey hair, wearing a white coat, came into the room. He had a soft expression, unlike most man his age.
"You are awake." Said the man. The blonde nodded as the doctor explained her injuries.
"Do you remember the accident?" Alison shook her head. "You crashed into a tree, you have a concussion, and your left arm is broken, as are two of your ribs and…." He stopped and looked at, Jessica, who nodded, closing her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks.
"Your airbag didn't open, so you your body hit the wheel pretty hard, we operated, but there were complications."
"Just say it." Alison interrupted. He nodded as he continued "You can't have kids, Alison."
Her mother squeezed her hand as she cried. "No… no.." Alison shook her head.
"I'm so sorry." The doctor said as he made his exit.
Alison looked at her mother "No" she began to sob. Her mother hugged her, crying as well.
Alison sat on a bench in a park near the center of Rosewood. There was a playground with lots of kids playing. She was watching, thinking that she would never have children of her own. She has accepted that a long time ago, but it was still painful. When she was in high school she didn't like kids at all, but as she grew up she dreamed of having her own family. A husband, a house with kids running around the house.
She lifted her legs on the bench, hugged them and buried her head in them as she cried. She cried for hours and realized it was already dark. She took her phone out of her pocket and saw a bunch of missed calls from Ezra and her friends. She had some texts as well.
Where are you? – Ezra
Please come home, I'm getting worried – Ezra
How was therapy? – Hanna
She didn't bother replying and put her phone back in her pocket.
She looked at the playground, it was empty. Like she was feeling right at this moment.
The blonde rubbed her arms. It was cold, she was trembling. She should go home, but she can't look at Ezra, right now.
"Alison?" She flinched from the voice coming from behind her. She turned around and saw a pair of brown eyes, looking at her, worriedly. Ali, said nothing, simply, returned to her previous position.
"You should go home, its cold." Emily said, taking of her jacket and wrapping it around the blonde's trembling body. She sat next to the girl and looked at her. Alison was wearing a blank expression.
The latter hesitated, before saying "I don't want to go home."
There it is, that look. Alison hated it, Emily was looking at her like she was broken.
"Don't look at me like that." Warned, the blonde.
"What?" Questioned, the brunette.
"Like I'm broken. Take your pity and give it to someone else!" Exclaimed, Alison as she looked at the girl next to her, with anger in her eyes.
Emily flinched a little, but smiled. "You are not broken." She said softly.
"I don't pity you. I, actually, admire you." Emily added.
"Why?"
"You are strong, Alison. Not many people can get through what you did."
"You don't know me." Alison said. "You are right, I don't, but I still think you are strong." Emily said as she smiled at, Alison. The latter felt the honesty in the brunette's voice.
"I don't know how to fix it." Alison told, Emily, as she started crying. The brunette hugged the crying girl and whispered in her ear "You'll figure it out."
Alison was startled. She just met this girl, but she felt… safe. The blonde buried her head in the girls' collarbone. Emily smelled nice, liken roses.
After what felt, like forever, Alison calmed down and Emily released her.
Alison laughed bitterly "You know, I was the one, people expected to cheat."
"Why?"
"Because I'm bisexual." The blonde answered. "Oh" was all, the therapist said.
Alison turned around and saw the girl looking at the ground. "Disgusted?" she asked.
"Why would I be disgusted?" Emily questioned.
"Because, I like girls, too." The blonde said, simply.
Emily laughed, softly. Alison gave her a confused look. "I can't imagine, why I would be disgusted by that."
"Why not?"
"I'm gay, Alison." The brunette said as she smiled at the blonde girl. The latter looked like she was hit by a car. That was a dumb joke… moving on.
"Oh.." Alison said, playing with her fingers in her lap.
There was an uncomfortable silence, before, Emily broke it.
"He loves you, you know?" the therapist said. "I know." The blonde answered simply.
Emily held one of, the blondes' hand and said "Go home, talk to him."
Alison looked at their hands and then, Emily, who immediately released her hand and mumbled an apology. There was a spark between them, but neither one of them, thought much of it at that moment.
"Thanks." The blonde, said, taking of the jacket, giving it back to the therapist.
"You are welcome." The latter smiled as she watched, Alison walk away.
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