Your Pain Is My Comfort

Trip Part 2

I felt hands on my body. Love surrounded me in every direction. I wanted her to touch me but the words couldn't form in my mouth. But they didn't have to. She knew what I wanted and how I wanted it. She knew everything. Her back was pressed up against my front. Her lips were grazing against the skin of my neck. I threw my head back against her shoulder as she started chuckling in my ear. Her laugh is what brought a smile to my face. It was so genuine. So enchanting. The emotions and feeling running through my body wasn't just desire. It was longing. Aching. Dare I might say love. With her arms wrapped around me so tightly I felt safe. I have never felt this safe in anyone's arms. But shes manged to break down my walls.

Her lips moved down my neck leaving marks everywhere she touched. I couldn't stop the smile that seemed to have a permanent residency on my face. And I didn't mind it one bit. She started laughing again. Ugh, her laugh makes my heart flutter everytime.

I woke up today with the feeling of someone staring at me. Has that every happened to you? Whether your sleeping or awake, you just feel a certain presence near you or looking at you? It's annoying and irritating.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Veronica smiling at me. My anger went away, not completely, and I smiled at her. "Good morning," she said with a faint smile on her face. I hummed in response as I turned my face against the pillow, hoping to suffocate myself.

I didn't sleep very well through the night. These dreams came to me every time I closed my eyes. I woke up at least twice, a wetness between my legs. Fear scourge through me as I thought I wet myself. But it didn't smell like it. I had looked it up on my phone and according to google, I had something called a wet dream.

I could stop from blushing to myself. The dreams that I had were very lust filled and exciting. And that's weird considering I don't really ever remember my dreams.

I didn't really doubt much of this though, but I also didn't fully believe it. I asked Google about a cough I had and it told me I had cancer. So I'm a little skeptical.

"Come on. Every is awake, people are starting to arrive," at this, my head shot up. Realization of where I was, who I was with, why I was here, it all hit me at one time. I sat up fully and covered my mouth with my hands.

"Oh God, oh God! I'm going to be late. Ugh! What a terrible first impression I'm going to make!" I covered my face completely and I soon felt arms wrap around me.

"It's okay, love," Veronica said with a small chuckle at the end. "Remember what I told you. Everyone here is fake and a bunch of assholes. Do not worry about them. And hey!" She pulled my hands away from my face. "The later the better. It's always best to make a grand entrance," I rolled my eyes at her and slapped her shoulder. She laughed and grabbed my hands.

There was something familiar in her laugh. But it wasn't an exact.

She pulled me into her and planted a slow and tender kiss upon my lips. "You're going to do great. You have absolutely nothing to worry about," I took a deep breath as I repeated her words in my head and nodded.

"Ok, I got this,"

"You got this,"

"Ok. I'm going to go take a shower then get dress. I need about an hour," she smiled widely. But there was something in her eyes that caught my attention. A look I knew well too much.

Mischief.

I watched as she walked away and out the room. Giving me privacy to get ready. And so I did.

I took about ten minutes in the shower, fifteen doing my hair, twenty to do my make-up, and the rest of the time consisted of me finding the right outfit.

I wanted to wear the dress that I had brought but decided against it. Even if everyone downstairs is all dressed up fancy, I'll just stick out. I rather that to happen then me going down there looking like a w***e and every is wearing family Christmas sweaters.

I tucked my red silk shirt into my white jeans and put on a pair of red heels. They show style, class, and power. I learned that from a certain someone during one of our sessions.

I put on some jewelry. Not too much but enough to heighten my appearance.

I looked in the mirror one last time. What is the literal worst that could happen? I always find myself asking that everytime I'm afraid. The worst that could happen to me is that I die. And considering there is a very low chance of that happening to me today, I should be fine.

I fasten my belt while putting my phone in my back pocket and walked out the room.

I forgot how grand this house was, so imagine how stunned and lost I looked. With every step I took I couldn't help but stop and just take in my surroundings.

I heard noise coming so I followed it all the way to downstairs.

I stood at the stop of the staircase and looked down. There had to be about thirty people here. They were all spread out, considering how big the house was.

As I was walking down the stairs, I caught a few eyes. I tired not to pay much attention to them, but that still didn't stop the overwhelming anxiety coursing through my veins. I did so happen though to glance at everyone's outfits.

They were all in bougie tan sweaters and white or faded pants.

It made me stand it out.

And somewhere deep down, I liked it. I liked having the attention. I liked how people stopped to stare at me. I liked how my back straightened, how I rose my head, how I walked down those stairs, feeling power in every step. My red shirt is what grabbed the attention is what I like to think.

A quick history lesson. During a wedding, if a woman in the audience wore red, it was a statement that she had slept with the groom.

I shuffled around people as I could feel the small ounce of confidence I had in me drain away.

I soon found Veronica and her eyes grazed over me. "You look amazing, mon amour," she said in a full thick French accent. I couldn't help but smile as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "Come one," she started guiding me back to the stairs, where we stopped a third of the way.

She tapped her wine glass with a spoon, to which I didn't even notice she had in her hand.

I started to shrink down a little as everyone turned to face us. "I would like to introduce you all to someone very special to me," she moved over a little and everyone looked at me.

It was weird. I've never had so much attention before. But as I watched as men stared me over, and woman talked amongst themselves, no doubt pin pointing everything wrong about me, it was the mere fact that it was I who was the center of attention. And from that moment on, I knew, I had craved this.

The attention.

I looked over at Veronica with a smile hoping to receive one back. But she wasn't looking at me. She was looking straight a head

I followed her line of sight to see the last person I would expect. But she wasn't looking back at Veronica. She was looking at me. Staring at me. Her eyes held something. Anger. Hatred. But it wasn't for me.

And that's when I realized. I've been pawn in a game of chess that I didn't even know was going on.

"Oh Dr. Morgan. Why must you bring so much pain to me?" I whispered to myself.