My Therapist

4.WHAT DOWE HAVE HERE

CHRISLEY

Its the weekend and like every weekend i am working from home, drafting questions for my clients next week and thinking of possible solutions to deal with their problems. It gives me peace of mind to question myself and c***k their feeling and then dealing with them later. My wife has gone to see her parents, she mentioned her mother is not feeling well and all i could do was send my regards. Amy is back to being chatty and a motor mouth, pretending as if last night never happned and i apreciate the fact that she pretends to be dende, even she herself knows that this marriage has become a joke. I apreciate the ignorance. I am going on all of my clients files one by one figuring out which methods i can use to help them. They all have different cases , all which are unique some harder to c***k than the most . I have to think carefully on how to grasp every situation because any mistake i can go to square one with my patients and i do not wish to do that. Some are difficult to get to , the hardest being the one and only Miss Surlem. I have put special files like hers aside and i have decided to deal with the easy ones. After im done with everyone only hers is remaining. Fixing my posture i open her file and carefully read into her story. I am all focused to the point i did not notice the heavy presence behind me

"you can not be letting yourself in all the time without knocking" i give him a deadly stare

"hello to you too Chrisley , i am doing okay too you know" Carl , my best friend as well as cousin speaks as he sits down

"you were not answering your phone and since wifey dearest is not here i decided to let myself in, i need wine please"

"its only 11 in the morning " i say and all he does is shrug and he stands up making himself at home. Now i see why Amelia does not like having him around

" its a happy hour somewhere there in the world please just let me be " he pours himself a glass on champaigne , toasts to himsself and downs the whole drink and sits down. I close my file and turn to him

" did you find her?" he pauses then sighs

"yes but she wants nothing to do with me, she mentioned she is capable of taking care of the child alone" he pors another glass and all i can do is stare

"keep pushing the issue with her , do not pressure her too much take it one at a time and you will eventually get along with her, I like grace , she is your stuborn kind"

"Thats the problem , but i will keep pushing " he stares at the files on the desk grabbing one of them

" When was the last time you visited mother"

i sigh " i will go next work i have been busy" he gives me a questioning look

" you are not going to run away from her for long you know that right"

" I know just let me heal at my own pace"he does not add further instead he just opens the file in his hand and he reads it

" What do we have here, sounds intresting" i look at the file and it is Miss Surlem's file

" you know thats confidential information right " i stare at him

" Surlem Mayers, thats crazy arent these people like old money rich. which child is this because they have quite a few"he is now fully concetrated on the story

" i did not know they are a lot " i add

" they are a lot, these are rich people of course they come in packages, the dad has three wives i think they are ten children at most, and there are two girls, I guess she happens to be one of them. even those who grew up with silver spoons have issues, you must be getting a hefty amount for this one" he is right , they are paying me a hefty amount , they even added an extra amount to not have any sort of information out to the public.

" so what happened to her " Carl asks

" I dont know , she never mentiones" her story is not detailed and to top it all she is the only one that knows what happened on the 28th of May of which she has never mentioned to anyone what happened. What i have managed was she tried to commit suicide but her friend ended up dying instead . Her reasoning for that i fail to understand , she had everything she needed ,a loving home , good parents and she was never mistreated at school. Why she tried to end her life still uknown to this day. She is going to be a difficult

" Madlyn Millers, this name rings a bell " Carl mentiones . I look at him

" dont get too into it " i tell him as i write down a few notes on what might help

" whatever , your proffesion is boring " his phone rings

" duty calls , see you later brother oh i am leaving my car as well i am taking the mustang "

" you like getting on Amelia's nerves" he laughs then leaves

I spend most of my time trying to find light to this case but its difficult." Madlyn Millers" now that i think of it that name really rings a bell to it but i cant put my mind to it. I have have thought of many scenarios that led to this but i cant find any. A lightbulb goes on in my head and i immediately write hoping i am not wrong about it.

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SURLEM

I am stitting on the couch opposite this man. both of us are looking at each other and i keep ,y sinister smile plastered on my face, both of us are silent thats the aura we both share. There is no akwardness whatsoever . Crazy how time flies i cannot beleive its already tuesday , time for my session. I look at his desk and there is a journal and a pen and I pray its not for me . I am not writting my fellings in a piece of paper . Its like he reads my mind because the next words that come out from his words answer the questions i was having internally .

"i am not stupid enough to make you write something you will not talk about" i lean back on the couch my dress ridding up but legs still concealed by the pulling sock i am wearing.

" I thought it was some cliche therapist ritual that you also practice.

" why the change of clothes today , this is not your usual look" I still then immediately relax smilling as usual. I am wearing a short dress and pulling socks and long versarce heels. I have strayed off my formal look not forgeting my hait is untied today

" was law the first thing you wanted to do before you decided to become a mind doctor? "

"he leaned back and smirked" not really

"to answer your question i ecided to dress my age today " he looks at me intrigued

" why the sudden change" his lips are in a hard line and i smile

" you ask too many questions"

" well since you dont want to tal about that day might as well pass time by talking about other things am i wrong for that"

" how was your weekend then" he scrunches his face as if i just reminded him of something then he looks at me

" nothing intresting, boring as usual "

We both settle for silence as we both stare at the ceiling and i eat up the style he is wearing. He loos like those men from magazines . You dont need glasses to see how smart this man is , his black shirt ironed as his jacket hangs behind him on the chair. I can see his gold watch and it screams expensive he looks perfect.

" are you bisexual?" that question startles me to the point where i choke on my Saliva. I could not even mask my confusion

" what?"