The Sinner

Chapter 4

AMY

I stretched and groaned at the annoying ringing of my cell phone. Blindly reaching for it on my bedside table, I peered through one eye to see it was Mandy, calling me up at eight o’clock on a Monday morning.

Usually, when it is a school day and my classes are in the afternoon, I always sleep in. Mandy knew this, so I wondered why she was calling me this early.

Begrudgingly, I slid my thumb across the green icon. “Girl, this is Monday morning for crying out loud,” I uttered, still feeling sleepy.

“Do not tell me you are still in bed, Amy,” Mandy’s calm voice sounded over the phone.

“Okay, I will not,” I responded weakly.

Mandy heaved a frustrated sigh before reminding me. “You have an appointment.”

I dragged my duvet over my head, lazily clutching my pillow tightly. “What appointment?” I asked lazily.

“Your appointment with the therapist, dummy,” she said from the other end of the phone.

The sleep immediately vanished from my eyes. Those words woke me up. “Oh shit.” I shot up from my bed, putting Mandy’s call to speak out as I scrambled to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush, and brushed my teeth.

“You forgot, didn’t you? I thought this was supposed to be a big day for us. The day you take the first step to getting help,” she said. I could almost feel her disappointment.

My mind immediately went to Pete. Did I really need to get help? My condition had led me to an amazing guy on Sunday afternoon. Getting help might mean I may never see him again, as I was sure one major step on this journey would be to cut all ties with my s****l partners.

“Are you even paying attention, Amy?” Mandy pulled me out of my whirlwind of thoughts.

“Ye… yes. I’m just scared.”

“You do not have to be scared. You know I want the best for you. All you need to do is make it to the appointment today. One step at a time, okay?”

Listening to Mandy root for me was wholesome. As much as I knew my best friend meant well, I was not so sure if I could be helped at this point. Everyone at school already knew about my high s****l drive had no boundaries. I would gladly f*ck any guy who showed even a little interest in me.

I rinsed my mouth and returned the brush.

“I will give it my best shot, Mandy. Thank you so much for looking for me, bestie. I love you.” I said with a smile while I was stripping out of my pajamas.

“I love you too. I will keep in touch. Hugs and kisses,” She said and hung up.

I zoomed in and out of the shower and while I toweled my body, a maid called from my bedroom. “Breakfast is served, ma'am. Your father awaits you in the greenhouse.” She informed me.

I stepped out of the bathroom just as she opened the door to leave. “Do inform him that I am leaving for school and will not be able to make it to breakfast.”

“Okay, ma'am. Will you be home for dinner?” She inquired while I scouted my wardrobe for something simple, yet befitting for a Monday.

“I will be at my apartment the rest of the day, maybe for the week. Relate that to Papa too.” I informed her. She hummed in response and I heard the familiar click of my door as she exited.

I opted for a black top with a V-neckline, a short olive leather skirt with matching net leggings, and black stiletto heels. Donning light makeup and a plunging necklace, I raked a hand down my curly hair and picked an olive-colored purse to go with the skirt. It was 8: 30 when I marched out of my room to the garage.

The butler held the door to my car as I got in and handed me the keys. Quickly pressing the button, I smiled smugly as the Lambo's engine roared to life. Then I sped out of the compound onto the highway, hoping that the morning traffic would not be as bad as yesterday’s.

I soon arrived at the clinic and briskly walked to the receptionist who smiled on seeing me and I returned the gesture.

“Good morning ma'am. What can I do for you today?” She asked, her smile still intact.

“I have an appointment for eight thirty, and I think I’ve missed it,” I responded, hoping she would tell me that I'd missed it, so I could go back.

She checked her watch. “Lucky you. You still have enough time left. Your name please?”

“Amy Santiago.”

She mouthed my name as she typed it into her system. “Okay. Your therapist will see you now. The second floor, fifth door on the right.” She pointed to a wide hallway.

I expressed my gratitude and hurried down the hall to the elevator. I clicked on the floor and tapped my foot as I waited patiently. Mandy was the only reason I was doing this, I reminded myself as the doors dinged open.

I took my right and knocked on the fifth door. Not waiting for a response, I pushed it open and walked in. The office was moderately sized and tastefully furnished in white. Several catalogs on topics about s*x lined the walls. On the shelf were different books as well as various v****a and p***s dummies of different sizes. I blushed at the sight and directed my eyes to the man in the room.

The man behind the desk was intently studying a folder before him. His white hair reminded me of someone and I immediately tucked the image away. I was here to get help and that was what I would do.

“Good morning, doctor.” I greeted him, going as I was, however, not prepared for the surprise awaiting me as the man raised his head to look me in the face.

My therapist was none other than the man I couldn’t take my mind off from.