#molestation

“It's been a couple weeks since you've been in.” Dr Harper says pulling out his clipboard and looking it over.  “Any reason, in particular, you've been skipping our sessions?” 

You grip the hem of your shirt shifting slightly on the paper-lined table and continue to stare at the ground. Any kind of excuse you could give him would only lead to more questions about what you get up to when you leave his office. And you've been very careful with what you say to him to make sure you don't end up hospitalized in the woods. 

“It's alright. We can get right into the therapy if you would prefer-” he places his clipboard down grabbing his pen from the breast pocket of his coat. Before tapping you on the knee gently. 

“I'm gonna need your focus for this.” he grabs your chin tilting it up slightly so you can clearly see his face and more importantly the pen that he's holding in front of it. 

“Let's start out with simple questions. Describe your emotional state from 1-10. 10 being the most stable.” 

“About a 5,” you mumble out keeping your eyes focused on the pen. 

“What about your physical state?” 

“About a 5.” 

Harper pouts but he doesn't waver keeping a steady pace with the questions “How about your home life? Any changes?” 

“No change-” You can feel his hand drifting up your thigh a bit but you keep your focus on the pen. 

“How about your sexual health? Any changes?” your head feels a little fuzzy and suddenly you're not sure, you're compelled to tell the truth but you can't recall what the truth is… has your sex life been more active? Or did you stop all relationships for some reason? Your mouth feels like it's full of cotton, and you're still fixated on Harper- 

“Let's skip that question- why don't we get to your favorite part of our sessions?” he seems to be in a better mood as he leans forward to kiss you gently. 

“I like you better like this- don’t you?” 

“Sorry? What was the question?” you ask, snapping out of your haze. “I said our session is done- you can gather your items and go if you have nothing else to talk about.” Harper says, smiling. You nod and get up gathering your stuff and heading to the door racking your brain for the details you must have disclosed to the doctor. 

Harper opens the door for you as you leave. 

“Be well,” he says in his signature way as you leave the office and walk onto Nightingale Street and feel a slight chill. That's weird. You could have sworn you put on underwear today…