Your Pain Is My Comfort

Drunk Call

The sound of a fly buzzing around my head had me going crazy. My first thought was that I died and turned into spiderman, now I can hear things up close. But when I opened my eyes, I was sadly disappointed to find out I wasn't spiderman, and that I indeed that the biggest f*****g headache.

The smallest movement on the bed caused it to squeak loudly making me groan in pain. Another groan from across the room came and I sighed of relief a bit seeing as Paige was with me.

I looked around to see we were in her room. I don't remember how we got here, nor do I recall when we got here. I looked down to see I was still in my clothes from last night.

I tried to move my legs but the leather prevented me from doing so. I gave up at some point and just laid back down. "What time is it?" Paige asked while whining.

"Does it matter? There's no way in hell either of us is getting up, never the less, going to class," I responded. The last thing I remember was some guy buying me a drink while attempting to flirt with me. The bartender watched him the entire time and gave me an 'okay' nod, letting me know the guy didn't strike it with something.

"What the hell happened?" Paige asked as she slowly got off the floor and flopped on to the bed.

"Your asking the wrong person," I grabbed my phone off the night stand and opened it. It was nearly noon and I just sighed.

"Rule one of a hangover," Paige said as she grabbed her phone. "Check to make sure you didn't make a drunk call to anyone," I snorted and slightly laughed as I went to my call logs.

It took a second for my brain to process the number, but once I did, I damn near threw up. I apparently stayed on the phone for three minutes saying God knows what.

I rolled off the bed and grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw. Unfortunately, they were the heels I wore last night. "What's the matter?" I started whine seeing as I don't know what the hell I said.

"I called your f*****g therapist office last night! I don't know what the f**k I said, but seeing as I say dumb s**t when I'm drunk, probably nothing good!" Paige started laughing as she rolled on her back and watched me struggle.

I quickly looked at myself in her mirror and mentally slapped myself. "Have fun explaining yourself!" Paige yelled after me as I rushed out her house. I f*****g hate her.

I hailed a cab and the way he was looking at me and out of breath I was, it looked like I was fleeing from a one night stand. He drove me to the building and I quickly got out and paid him.

I went inside and speed walked to the elevator.

I know I've already been here, but the color change from the building to this floor always catches me off guard. I walked out the elevator and the receptionist, Violet, looked up at me. Her eyes scanned my body and she forced a smile. "Ms. Olivia. I didn't expect you back so soon,"

"Me neither. Is she here?" I asked pointing to Dr. Morgan's office.

"Yes, but-" I didn't even let her finished and opened the door. There was a woman sitting in the same seat I sat last time with her head in her hands. Both of them looked up at and if it wasn't for the fear I was feeling from calling her office I would have felt humiliated right now. But the fear clouded that humiliation.

"Miss Miller. I know your young but I would assume you have the basic human skills to not interpret me when I with-"

"Yes, I'm so so sorry. But I really need to talk to you. Right now." The woman looked between me and Dr. Morgan and stood up and grabbed her purse.

"I'll see you next week dr." she walked past me and I kind of felt bad.

I went into the room and closed the door behind me. When I turned around Dr. Morgan was staring at me. I was about to say something but the look she was giving me told me to shut up. I cleared my throat and put my hands together. "If you're going to barge in here as if I owe you something, I expect you to be making demands not standing there looking like some clueless imp," my insides started to turn as I looked down at my feet.

"I-I'm sorry. I just n-need to talk...ask you something,"

"Then ask it," she was still sitting down in her seat and was still glaring at me. I took a deep breath and went to go sit down on the couch.

"I went out with a friend last night,"

"I see that," She whispered as she looked over my clothes. "Leather. That's a woman's game," she c****d her head to the side. "Are you a woman Miss Miller?" I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat as we stared at one another. The room was silent, her green eyes pierced through mine. I watched as she shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs.

"I called your office last night. I was drunk and I don't know why, of all the numbers on my phone, I called your office. But I would like to apologize for anything misleading or inappropriate I might have said," never did she once take her eyes off me. I started moving around in my seat, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"I take my work very seriously. I help people with their problems. I take the scared, helpless little person inside them, and I strike it down. I make them new. I make them confident. I make it to where no one tells them what to do. No one controls their life but them," she leaned forward. "And no one, tells them no," I watched as a grin appeared on her face sending shivers down my spine. "I turn them into me," I watched as she stood up while still looking at me.

She hovered over me and my face was in line with her abdomen. My eyes started from her jet black hair that was in a bun, to her eyes that just seem to see right through me. Her chest that made her blouse look like a t-shirt, her stomach that I wanted to run my lips over so bad, to her legs, causing me to bite my bottom lip. Something caught my attention though before I looked back at her.

Something was poking out of her skirt.

Once she noticed I was staring, she walked away from me and went to her desk. I let out a deep breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. I stood up and made my way towards the door. "One more thing Miss Miller," I turned around to look at her. She was sitting down typing something on her computer with a smirk on her face. "I would watch who call when your drunk. Not that I minded what I heard,"