Once again, back at Stumpy's, Wally was still busy consuming his boy grog all while the weary traveller watched on.
"Wait, you want Sasha and Marcy next?" The traveller nodded their head. "But, I wanted to get through the unimportant ones first." The traveller slapped Wally. "Oh alright, I'll start the song…" Wally took a deep breath. "Oooooooooh, after coming home, Sasha was reunited with her folks. After her time in Amphibia, she came home with two scars on her face and a ginormous one on her back! She said her farewells to Marcy, whom moved away. She briefly crushed on Anne but it never went anywhere as she quickly moved on. During her high school years she and Anne grew apart. Went on to different friends and hobbies. While Anne went on to Herpetology, Sasha decided to become a child psychologist. She studied hard and hard, eventually got her psyche degree. Eventually, Sasha found a girlfriend named Sydney Campbell but things are going weird for them as she seems to bring work home. Right now, our dear old Sasha has been dealing with a client whose parents are going through a rough patch in their lives which is causing her a lot of stress. Can Sasha help her? Or herself?"
Sasha walked into the building. She looked tired as she took a huge gulp of her morning coffee. She cringed as it burnt the back of her throat but pulled through at the end. She walked into the waiting room where she saw her receptionist, Rayna.
"Morning Dr Waybright." Rayna had teal hair, tanned skin and very round specs and wore a suit with a skirt. They looked at Sasha with a concerned look. "Another fight?"
"You would not believe it." Sasha said to the receptionist. "It was probably our most aggressive argument."
"What was it about this time?"
"Work." Sasha replied. "I'll tell ya Rayna, Anna has been a huge problem for me. For a month, I have to keep giving my reports on her to my superiors even though I can't seem to get to the root of her problem. Sydney, keeps trying to get me to take a break from the job but I keep telling her I need to do this or else the kid will still have problems! I mean, why can't she get it?! I'm not giving up on her! This is far too serious!"
"Maybe you need to take a break from this job." Rayna suggested. "I mean, it can't be good for your health."
"Look, this child needs me, okay? I'm not going to give up on her." Sasha then felt her phone go off. She pulled the phone from her pocket and saw that it was from Sydney.
The text itself read 'Sasha, when work is done, we need to talk.' Sasha felt a bad feeling in her stomach, knowing what this all meant.
"Oh no." Sasha said. "Rayna, she said the words. Mind if I crash at your place if things go sideways?"
Rayna smiled. "Sasha, me and my partner's doors are always open for you."
Sasha smiled. "Thanks." She straightened her hair, wiped away the tiredness from her eyes and finished her coffee before throwing it in the nearest trash can.
"You do know we use that for paper, right?" Sasha leered at Rayna, whom quickly retreated under their desk. "Well, I guess it is made out of paper. Somewhat."
Sasha entered her office which had a girl with blonde hair, a red hoody, blue jeans and yellow shoes. She was around 13 years old, around the same age Sasha was when she went to Amphibia. She sat down on her chair and began to go through her paper to read the file on Anna Willow. She read the notes she had made about him for the last 31 days.
She gave the kid a gentle smile. "Hi Anna, how are you?"
"I've had better." Anna replied.
"And what do you mean by that?" Sasha asked.
"Uh, just the same old stupid days." Anna replied. "My parents are still discussing stupid arrangements."
"And are they going well?"
"It's been a month, what do you think?!" Anna exclaimed angrily. "I mean, I don't see the point why I need to come here after school!"
"Your Mom organised it to help you."
"Well, I don't, I'm fine!"
"But you mentioned earlier that your parents are still discussing, and I quote, 'stupid' arrangements."
"It's just ridiculous! I mean, I stay with mom on the weekdays, I go with dad on the weekends, it's that simple!"
"And, how is it making you?"
"Just annoyed! Okay?! How many times do we have to go through this?!"
"Until we figure out how to help you cope. Because, I've gotten some word from your Mom you haven't been doing well in school."
"Okay, I got math wrong, so what?! I'm pretty sure you got em wrong at some point!"
"That isn't the point. I mean, I've heard you've been getting kids at school into trouble."
"Only because they were lagging." Anna retorted. "They just couldn't keep up."
"Vandalising school property isn't okay and letting your friends take the fall?"
"Well, they were loyal to me because they know that I'm pretty awesome." Anna bragged. "Shame I'm friends with a lot of slow idiots! Plus, my girlfriend seems to be getting on my nerves for some reason!"
"And how is your girlfriend getting on your nerves?"
"She keeps saying what I'm doing is disrespectful and wrong. I should be responsible and a lot more supportive. I would if I wasn't busy trying to keep everyone together!"
"And you feel she's in your way?"
"I don't wish to breakup with her, that would be stupid of me to do."
"Then, what do you wish out of her?"
"I don't know, to not be a pain in the ass! Talking about trying to get me talk about what's going on! I mean, what does she want?! What the heck does she think I need?!"
"Maybe, she wants you to come to terms with what's going on in your life. Maybe, she wants you to talk about how it is making you feel. Because, divorce isn't an easy topic for a child to go through."
"Why would I wish to talk about it with her?! It's a divorce! It happens."
"Yes it does, but how is it affecting you? That's what I wish to get at."
"How many times do I need to tell you?! I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm fine! I still got parents, I still have friends that will follow me and despite the fact she is annoying, I still have an amazing girlfriend who will stick by me!"
"Is your life really great? Is your parents divorce really nothing? Or is it causing you so much stress that you take it out on your friends? Taking control of them because you're afraid you'll lose them as well."
Anna narrowed her eyes at the therapist before standing up and storming out of the office. "We're done."
"Actually, we have a lot more time left." Sasha said.
"I said, we're done." The teary eyed Anna opened the door and walked out of the office, slamming the door on her way out.
Sasha took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes in frustration. "Uhhhhhh….Why are you so difficult?"
Rayna then walked in, looking concerned. "Did everything go well?"
"What do you think Rayna? I'm trying to reach out to her but she isn't even listening." Sasha said. "I really care about her. Like I do with all my patients."
"I understand Sasha." Rayna said. "I mean, compared to the other patients, you seem to be struggling with this one."
"I know, it's crazy." Sasha said sadly.
"You wanna talk about why you're so concerned about Anna?" Rayna asked. "A lot of her therapists gave up on her because they found her too difficult to deal with."
"It's complicated."
"Why is it complicated?"
"I said it's complicated!"
Rayna just froze unsure how they should react. "Hey Sasha, it's the weekend." Rayna said gently. "You'll have two days off to fix things with Sydney."
"I hope so." Sasha said with a sigh. "I hope."
Later, Sasha returned to her apartment, preparing to face her girlfriend. She knocked on the door and sighed. "Hey Sydney, you in there?"
"Yeah." The voice responded.
Sasha entered the house to see a woman of Asian descent in her mid twenties with black hair, a red tube top, beige shorts and black eye liner sitting on a red couch. The interior of the apartment itself was kind of messy. The bookshelf itself was filled with a lot of files on a lot of Sasha's patients, a few of the shelves had pictures of Sasha and Sydney and there was a tank with a pet toad in it.
"Can I sit down?" Sasha asked.
"You live here as well."
Sasha sat next to her girlfriend and the two stared off into the distance, unsure of who is supposed to talk first. Sydney decided to be the first to break the silence.
"I….I don't where to start. I mean, everything at the moment with you is work, work, work, work." Sydney said. "Even on weekends, you're usually working. I mean, I don't know what to do about it."
"Look Sydney, once I'm done with Amelia, we'll do whatever you want, how about that?" Sasha placed her hand on Sydney's shoulder.
"No, I don't want to do anything I want, I just want you." Sydney said.
"Maybe we could help each other with our respective jobs." Sasha suggested.
"Help?!" Sydney exclaimed. "Help each other out?! With our jobs?! Sasha, I do not have a psyche degree! And, I work at a coffee shop! I don't do much paperwork! Look Sasha, if we don't sort this out soon then who knows what will happen to us."
Sasha sighed. "I know."
"Look Sasha, until things are sorted out, you're sleeping on the couch."
"What?! But the couch is the worst place to sleep!"
"That's how it works when your relationship is falling apart." Sydney stood up and walked away into her's and Sasha's bedroom and shut the door.
Sasha walked towards the door and raised her hand to knock on it but she stopped when she heard Sydney sobbing. She lowered her hand down and walked back to the couch to sleep, even if it will cause some back pain.
The next day, Sasha got up early to go and work out, as she does every Saturday. She walked to Busta Sweat Gym to get her workout done, dressed in her workout pants, a maroon tank top and her hair in a ponytail.
The receptionist, known as Timothy, a balding Caucasian man with a scar on his right eye and a muscular build for his age, was reading a magazine about Being A Big Softy.
"Hey Timothy."
"Oh, morning Sasha." Timothy said. "Here for a workout?"
"Every Saturday, Timothy." Sasha replied.
"How are you and Sydney?"
Sasha sighed. "Could have been better."
"Oh dear." Timothy said. "You want the punching weights?"
"Yeah, the usual." Sasha replied.
She walked to the weights where she was greeted by her workout buddies, Willow and her boyfriend, Gunther.
Willow had black braided hair and looked to be of Asian descent and had circular glasses. While her boyfriend had blonde hair, a scar on his cheek and a chipped tooth.
"Hey Sash." Willow said.
"How's it going?" Gunther asked.
Sasha groaned. "If I had a nickel for every time someone said to me 'how's it going' I'd still be poor."
"Oh, not going well with Sydney?" Willow asked.
"Of course not…." She laid on the fitness bench and began lifting the weights. "….it's really annoying. I mean, I want to do stuff with her but I just want her to tell me what it is! But all she is saying is I need to give work a rest! I can't rest not while Annabelle needs me!"
"Does she though?" Gunther asked. "From what I've been hearing about her, she doesn't need you."
"Everyone needs therapy, they just don't know it until they got it." Sasha said. "Hey you two, could add more weight plates?" Willow and Gunther added more weight plates to Sasha's weights, which she lifted aggressively.
"Sash, we think that maybe, you should talk things out with Sydney." Willow said. "And not in the 'I'll be your slave' kind of way."
"You gotta talk about why you're so obsessed with Annabelle." Gunther said. "I mean, this is beginning to sound creepy."
"It's not creepy when I want to help someone out!" Sasha argued. "More!" Gunther and Willow put on some more weight plates on the weight lift. "I mean, why doesn't Sydney see it?! Why doesn't she see that this is more important?!"
Timothy approached the three with a water bottle. "Hey Sasha, you forgot your water bottle." He then paused when he saw Sasha aggressively lifting the weight.
"Just pour it on me, Timothy!" Sasha demanded.
"Sasha…"
"Gunther, Willow, more!" Sasha demanded.
Timothy poured water all over Sasha's face while Gunther and Willow added more weight plates to the weight lift.
"I'm trying to save this kid and all she is doing is trying to make me guilty! I love her but right now, I have to help this kid, no matter the risks!" Sasha pulled the weight above her head, leading everyone in the gym to witness this with shock and horror. She threw the weight lift on the floor, causing it to crack. "Timothy, I'm done for today!"
Sasha then picked up her bag, snatched the water bottle out of Timothy's hand and walked out of the gym, still in anger. Everyone in the gym watched on at Sasha's overreaction, unsure of what to do.
"Well, I think we have gotten to a point where we have pissed her off." Timothy remarked. "I mean, I've never seen anyone lift a weight that high."
"And how much is she paying for the floor?" Willow asked.
"Eh, it usually happens so we just don't bother. For example, look at the guy on the treadmill."
"Why can't I run faster?!" Then someone threw a treadmill out the window. "Well, I hope no one got hurt."
"I got hurt psychologically!" Someone yelled.
"Eh."
Meanwhile, Sasha was in a pool in her red bikini that revealed the ginormous scar on her back. She was swimming a lot of lapse, being timed by her swimming instructor, Gus.
Gus had dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, green lifeguard shirt and teal swimming trunks.
Sasha popped her head out of the water and took a breath. "How did I do, Gus?"
Gus looked at his stopwatch. "Two minutes and fifty-six point forty nine seconds."
"Is that better or worst?" Sasha asked.
"It's worst than last week." Gus said.
"Let's go again." Sasha said.
"Ooookay, just let me get…"
"Now Gus!" Sasha slammed her fist on the floor.
"Okay!" Gus quickly started the stopwatch leading Sasha to swim.
As she swam, she began to think about all the problems she was having. Everything going on with Anne, her relationship with Sydney and how them two are ruining her, psychologically. It was causing her swimming to be rather slow and like she wasn't putting much effort into it.
During her swim, she saw Anna throwing pencils at her then she saw Sydney turning her back against her and looking disappointed in her. Then there was a vision of Anna leaving her with a bunch of suitcases in her hand and then there was a vision of Anna in a juvenile detention centre. Finally, Anne saw her superior, Dr Bump.
"Dr Waybright, you are to be suspended, permanently. Give me your psyche degree."
Sasha then stopped her laps and Gus showed her the stopwatch, which read three minutes and thirty four point twenty three seconds.
The child therapist narrowed her eyes at her instructor before snatching the stopwatch and dropping it in the pool. "Oops." Sasha then got out of the pool, grabbed her towel from a bench and began to dry herself off.
"Sasha! What the hell?!"
"Sorry, I have a life, Gus!" Sasha retorted. "A life that is about to be in shambles!"
"I don't know why you said that, but you're acting rather angry. Is something wrong?" Gus asked. "Does it have to do with Amy?"
"It has to do with everything that is important in my life!" Sasha replied. "I mean, I don't know what to I'm supposed to do!"
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Gus asked.
"I just wanna go!" Sasha replied. "I just wanna get myself dried, get dressed and go! That's what I want!"
"Go where?" Gus asked.
"Uh….I don't know!" Sasha then walked into the changing room to get herself changed.
"You could get a therapist of your own." Gus said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "But I guess a therapist getting therapy would be too much of a weird sentence."
Later, Sasha arrived at Braley's, a bar. The bar where she met Sydney. She sat on a barstool by the bar and drank her third drink of beer.
"You know Josh, this was where I met Sydney." Sasha said.
"Uh huh." Josh said, uninterested. Josh was a man in his mid twenties with black hair, white skin, a pair of glasses, a white buttoned shirt and beige shorts.
"I mean, I remember like it was yesterday." Sasha said, sipping her beer. "It was like one of those dumb romantic cliches. I was drunk. I was hanging out with Anne. We were celebrating Anne's 21st birthday so of course I had to give her, her first taste of beer."
"Uh huh." Josh responded.
"But when I was so drunk, I watched….I mean, I walked towards the bar to get another bottle and then…..I spilt some on a beautiful woman."
"She rather was." Josh agreed.
"She was pissed off about it. It was a surprise that she….She and I became friends when we saw each other again. But then…..When we got home one night….Drunk! That's what we were when we….When we…..When we….." Sasha then swallowed the vomit she was about to throw up. "….Well, you know, yadda, yadda, yadda."
"Uh huh." Josh responded.
"And then, you know, me and Sydney….We were so sucked…I mean, shocked…..We both ran away from each other….You know, if I didn't….If I didn't accidentally put on Sydney's bra….Then, I wouldn't have returned back to her apartment….And….And…."
"Became girlfriends." Josh interjected.
"Became girlfriends." Sasha laughed. "Then, we moved in but when….When….When….What was the false name I used for my patient?"
"Ansoka."
"Ansoka showed up! When that….Angry, difficult piece of work showed up!" Sasha then gripped her bottle angrily. "I mean…I have to do my work to make sure that child is okay! She is going for….Her parents, are going through a divorce and her relationship with her friends and girlfriend is…..Is….Is in a downward spiral and I am the only one who can….Save her! Just like mine!" Sasha then started crying. "I mean, look at me! I'm a mess! Maybe I don't deserve Sydney. While she finds someone else right for her…..I'm going to wallow in sadness! Looking through social media seeing Anne and Kevin being happy in their relationship!" She burped. "While Marcy is with her new friends, who are a married couple! I mean, look at them." Sasha whipped out her phone and showed Josh Marcy's new friends.
The bartender looked at them and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Marcy's friends with the author of The Human Witch? And…..Is her wife's hair really real?"
Sasha began crying. "My life is in shambles! I can't help a patient and my girlfriend is probably planning to break up with me!" Sasha continued to cry her eyes out. She was drunk, but there was true sadness in her eyes that Josh could feel sympathy for.
The bartender sighed and began to dial a number. "Hey…..Oh, just tending to people as I usually do…..Yeah, I need you, well, she needs you. Could you come and pick her up? She is scaring away a lot of the patrons. I'd do it but, you know…..I just don't want to."
The next day, Sasha woke up on a bed. Thankfully, it was Sunday so she decided to get back to sleep. Yup, that's all she wanted to do. Sleeping in a bed in her clothes, in a bed that wasn't her's and a picture of Anne and her boyfriend. Wait, a picture of Anne and her boyfriend?
Sasha instantly shot out of bed. "Anne?!"
Anne, then entered in her Herpetologist work clothes. "You called?"
"Uh…" Sasha grabbed her head.
"You drank too much." Anne said.
"No shit." Sasha retorted. "I can feel it!"
"You want any breakfast?" Anne asked.
"Ice cream."
"You don't want any toast or cereal?"
"It's a hangover cure and a depression cure." Sasha replied.
Sasha tends to rely on Sydney to help her when she gets too drunk but calls Anne when she and Sydney get too drunk. But today, Anne wasn't there for Sydney, just her.
In the kitchen, Anne had finished prepping her's and Sasha's breakfast. She placed some bacon on her toast while put a bit of ice cream in a bowel.
Sasha held her head with one hand and latched her stomach with another and then sat down on a chair. She snatched a spoon and began to eat the chocolaty goodness. "Uh…I really need it."
"So, what's going on?" Anne asked her best friend.
Sasha groaned. "Everything is going wrong?"
"Still got Anne?" Anne asked.
"Yeah."
"And I assume it's not going well?"
"No."
"And Sydney? Where is she?"
"Home. Well, her home."
Anne sighed and gave her a sympathetic stare. "Oh Sasha, I'm sorry."
"No, we're not officially broken up yet."
"Ooh, it's happening?" Anne asked.
"Yeah. I know it's about to happen anyway. She's probably packing my things as we speak."
Anne sighed with sadness. "Why?"
"It's just, I keep writing my reports about Anne to my superiors and how difficult she is to get through but Sydney, won't let me help her." Sasha explained. "I haven't told her why."
"Why is it?" Anne asked.
Sasha sighed as she ate her ice cream. "If I told her, then I don't think she'll trust me again."
"Come on, she loves you, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't break the trust you two have." Anne assured her.
"How do you know?!" Sasha exclaimed. "I…I…I…I have ruined everything! I have discarded her existence, I have gotten drunk instead of trying to fix things and now she is at home wondering where I am!"
"Actually, I told her." Anne said. "She said she'll pick you up later."
Then, there was a knock on the door and Anne answered it to see Sydney, standing there looking concerned and relived.
"Anne, thank you for calling me." Sydney said.
"My pleasure." Anne responded. "I'll leave you two alone, please lock up when you're done." Anne left the apartment and closed the door behind her, leaving the girlfriends to talk about their problems.
But instead of talking, they were staring at each other with Sasha feeling guilt and Sydney just feeling sadness.
Sydney sat right on the chair beside her to begin the talk. "So, you went out?"
"Yeah. I thought you wouldn't want me back." Sasha said.
Sydney sighed. "I would have. I didn't wanna call you because I thought you wouldn't wish to talk to me. But, I guess you did."
"Sydney, I know I haven't been the best girlfriend right now. Work has me caught up and-"
"Sasha, you weren't like this with your other patients, what is so special about this one?" Sydney asked.
"It's….it's complicated." Sasha replied, uncomfortable with the question.
"Why is it so complicated? It's just a kid going through a divorce. I don't understand why it's so complicated to you. Does this kid situation remind you of what happened to your parents?"
"I….I…I…I.." Sasha froze.
"Sasha…." Sydney held Sasha's hand. "….I don't want our relationship to be about a lack of communication. I want us to talk about what is going on in our lives. I mean, you know relationships are about love, honesty, trust and….." Sydney stopped talking when she heard Sasha sniffling. This made Sydney go a little gentler on her. "Sash, look at me." Sydney moved Sasha's head upwards so she could be making eye contact with her. "Sash, I'm concerned about you. I'm not even angry with you."
"I just….I….I just regret not telling you why I'm so intent on helping this kid." Sasha sniffled. "I….I…Yes, it's about divorce, but it's the way they're reacting to it. They're becoming so controlling of other people in their lives. Their friends are suffering and they just don't care. I know this doesn't seem too much to handle, but this kid just reminds me too much of me. Not just the di….divorce, but the fact she is controlling their friends. I only did it because I was scared of losing them and I think she's doing the same because of it. I….I…I just don't want her to end up like me. All the bullying, the pain I've caused…." Sasha then pointed to the scar on her face. "…and the consequences that came from it. I just, don't want this to end up like me….I should….I should have told you."
Sasha continued crying with Sydney watching on with sympathy. She understood that this meant more to Sasha than she thought. She reached out to Sasha, whom quickly pulled Sydney into a hug.
"I didn't wanna t-tell you….Because reliving my past is painful and….I was scared it would change your opinion about me." Sasha cried.
Sydney didn't know what to say, but seeing her girlfriend in this emotional state made her a bit emotional as well since tears were falling from her face. She returned the hug and kissed her on the head. "You big dummy. You absolute big dummy. Why would that change how I feel about you? Sasha, you're difficult sometimes, but then again, I am also difficult as well. But, you shouldn't think that I'd stop loving you over stupid mistakes like that. What you did in the past, it doesn't matter now because you were young and stupid and you learnt from those mistakes. Look, I don't know how you got those scars and you can tell me when you feel ready, but what you did in the past, won't make me change how I feel about you. You understand right?"
Sasha smiled as she wiped away her tears. "Oh Syd, I'm sorry for everything."
"You can stop apologising." Sydney said. "Just, tell me when you feel ready."
Sasha pulled out of the hug and smiled. "I will, I promise." She quickly kissed her girlfriend on the lips and then ran towards the bathroom.
"Sasha?!" The confused Sydney yelled out before hearing her girlfriend throwing up. "Oh, right. You want me to pull your hair back?"
"No, I'm fine I….." The sound of Sasha throwing up again was heard, causing Sydney to cringe.
The next day, Sasha had returned to work to chat with Anna again. She sat in her chair, put on her glasses and began taking some notes. Anna took her seat right in front of her, showing that she didn't want to be here. She crossed her arms and stared at Sasha with an uninterested look.
"Hi Anna, how are you today?"
"Same I was during last session." Anna replied as she folded her arms.
"Okay. Let's start with your relationship with your friends."
"Terrible. I wanted Alden to shoplift but he refused and my girlfriend and I fought about how I was acting. I keep telling her I'm fine but she doesn't believe me! She threatened to break up with me if I don't start talking."
"Listen Anna, could it be the reason why you're being so controlling with your friends is because you're scared they'll split up and go their separate ways like your parents?" Sasha theorised.
"What do you mean by it?" Anna asked, getting frustrated.
"You're either scared of being alone or maybe you felt like you could have stopped the divorce if you were in more control of it." Sasha said. "You aren't forcing your friends to follow you because they are being difficult, you are being controlling because you're scared of losing them as well and not talking about what is going on shutting you off from all of them. I can tell they love you Anna, you just need to open up."
Anna wanted to say something smart or something aggressive, but her lips quivered and tears began to show since everything this woman she has known for a month, is true.
"I…..I….I….I….I…" Anna's stuttering made Sasha quickly push a box of tissues forward just in case she needs them. "…I…I…I…" Anna began crying. "Oh my god! What the hell have I done?! I…I….I…I….What is wrong with me? You're right Dr Waybright. I just don't wish to lose them. I felt I had the power to save my parents' relationship and I didn't use them. I controlled my friends and girlfriend because I am just a stupid coward who can't speak about her feelings! And is so afraid of change! I…I…I…I…I….I don't know what to do!"
"Anna, I think it's best you talk to your friends and girlfriend about what's going on with you."
"How can I? They probably hate me."
"Maybe, but it's best you talk about these recent events so they can understand these points of view and see if they can help." Sasha said. "They care about you, Anna. And they wanna help you through this process. Change is very difficult Anna, I know it is. But it's how we grow. Change can be the hardest thing to realise you can't hold on to something forever. Accepting change can be hurtful yes, but sometimes, not accepting these changes can hurt others more than yourself. Sometimes change can be something you can't learn to accept, but sooner or later, you'll learn to accept it and you'll be surprised about what kind of opportunities will bring in your life."
Anna continued crying as she took the tissues and began blowing into them. "I'll talk to them!" Anna cried.
Sasha really wanted to hug the girl. But since she was a psychiatrist, she couldn't have any physical contact with her patients. So instead, she smiled as she finally got through to her.
During the drive home, Sasha had never felt this happy since moving in with Sydney. She had finally gotten through to Anna even though it took Sasha a lot to get through with her personal life and understanding Anna and getting through her professional obsession.
She returned to her's and Sydney's apartment where she saw her girlfriend looking like she was preparing to cook a meal for the both of them.
"Oh hey Sash, did it go well?" Sydney asked as she approached her girlfriend.
But instead of responding, Sasha held Sydney by the face and began to kiss her. Sydney was at first surprised by the sudden affection but she then returned the kiss.
The kiss started off as slow as the two gently held on to each other but the more they went on, the more it got passionate and the more their hands began rubbing each other's bodies.
They then took it to the bedroom just as Sasha began taking off Sydney's top and Sydney began unraveling Sasha's scarf.
Later, the two were in bed together dressed in their underwear, eating some pizza together. While Sasha ate her pizza, Sydney was circling Sasha's scar on her back.
"How did you get that one again?" Sydney asked.
"It was a fight with Marcy." Sasha replied.
"What did she even fight you with?" Sydney asked. "An axe?"
Sasha shrugged her shoulders as she turned to her girlfriend. "Something similar to that. Again, it's a long story and I don't feel comfortable telling you yet."
"Okay, I understand." Sydney said as she took a bite of her pizza.
"Listen, I should have told you this during our little session…"
Sydney laughed. "Was that a therapist pun?"
"You bet your cute butt it was." Sasha replied. "Anyway, as I was saying, I have a week off from work."
"Really?" Sydney asked in surprise.
"Don't worry, it's a payed leave." Sasha assured her. "So, we can do whatever we want. But unfortunately, I'm clueless so is there anything you wish to do?"
Sydney sighed yet there was a small smile. "I told you before, I just want you. Like at this moment." She then took Sasha by the face and the two began to share a kiss, ready for round 2.
But the moment was interrupted when Sasha got a text tone. She removed her lips from Sydney's, took her phone and began to read the message sent to her by Marcy.
"Oh, it's from Marcy." Sasha said as she began to read it. She then smiled. "Ah, about time."
"What?"
"Marcy's got a girlfriend."
"Shut up! Really?!"
"Apparently! Her name is….I hope I'm pronouncing it correctly. Emmeera? Aww, I'm so happy for her."
"Hey, how is she doing with that author?" Sydney asked. "Author of the Human Witch?"
"You mean this Luz person? Huh, I should ask her." Sasha then began to text Marcy while Sydney wrapped her arms around her stomach as she watched her girlfriend type in the text message.