Chapter 6 Vivienne
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*Vivienne Rose *
“Get down”. “Bang,bang,bang.” “Daddy”
“Heavy breathing.”
I woke up drenched in sweat, I squinted my eyes as the sun made its way through the huge glass window in front of me.
“Where am I ?” I asked myself. I removed the blanket that covered my waist down, and stood on my feet, but fell instantly making a loud thud noise.
I scanned the bedroom, then all my memories came flooding back. Marcel. I got on my feet stumbling as I made my way to the door.
I flung it open and was greeted by a man In black. He looked at me with concern, but with a emotionless face. “Where’s marcel.” I asked.
He scanned me from head to toe, then spoke in French through his ear piece “patron elle s'est réveillée.” (Boss she’s awake).
“Merci.” I replied. He nodded.
I paced up and down the hallway, until I heard his loud footsteps coming my way. He snatched my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He slammed the door behind him.“What's wrong, I asked again?” But he didn’t answer, he just held me in his arms tightly. “Nothings wrong, I'm just glad you're awake.” He said. I placed my little hands around his back, well as far as they could reach. “What have you done to me?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“All I think about is you, all day, all night, every minute, every second.”
“Me?” I asked
“Yes, you.” His voice became dark and husky, his eyes went from its original color,to black and a playful smile plastered on his face.
He started tickling my stomach nonstop.
I let out a loud laugh, then blocked my mouth as I realized how loud I was.
“It’s ok, no one could hear you in here.” He said with a smirk.He continued tickling my stomach. I managed to pull myself away and ran behind his office desk.
“You want me to come get you vivienne?” He asked. And I shook my head “ no”.
He jumped over his desk and pinned me to the wall. “You mocked me yesterday, in front of Talon and now he can’t stop calling me marcel.''He said. I closed my eyes tightly.
“I’m still here, and you're going to get punished.”
“Punished, but what did I do.”
“Let’s see. You got drunk without me being there and you were dancing with another man and you came out into the hallway in my shirt and no pants.” He said.
“He’s a friend.”
“Then your friend got you in trouble. So you're going to be punished because I can’t punish him.” He said.
“But first you're going to see the therapist.”
“Therapist ?” I asked.
“Yes therapist, now put this on, you’ll take a bath when we get back.”
“We’re going there now.” I asked.
“Yes now, so get dressed.” He said.
“But I’m fine.” I said,
“No you're not,you were shaking in bed all night, calling out to your dad in your dreams.Now put it on and let’s go.”
I took the hoodie and track pants and made my way to the bathroom, he leaned on the door frame.``You're in shock Vivienne, you saw people die right in front your eyes.you need to talk to someone before it gets to you.” He said.
I nodded in reply. “If all goes well, you’ll get your punishment. He said, giving me a light tap on my as*.
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“Good morning, I’m Elle Aurbet, I’ll be your therapist today.” A beautiful lady said as she extended her hand to me.
“Vivienne Rose.” I replied. Shaking her hand.
“Please have a seat Miss Vivienne.” She said.
“Thank you.” I replied. Taking a seat.
“Please tell me a little bit about yourself?” She said,
“ I’m vivienne rose, I’m twenty~ two years old. I live in Lyon France, I’m the only child to my mother and father.I’m a friendly person, I love reading, yea that’s about it.
“ ok can I ask how's your relationship with your parents?”
“My relationship with them was great, we got
along pretty well, I love them and they love me.”
“Ok. You said it “was great”, you used past tense. Are they no longer in your life?”
“No there not they died a couple years ago.”
“How did they die?”
“In a car accident.”
“You were the only one that survived. Yes?”
“Yes. The only one.”
“How did you cope, with their death, did you get consulting or any other sort of help.”
“No I didn’t, I got depressed for a while and then I met someone.”
“And did this someone help you cope?”
“He did, he encouraged me to talk about it, and I did.”
“He. Is he your boyfriend?”
“No. Ex boyfriend. Or so I thought.”
“So you thought , why do you say that?”
“Because I caught him with my best friend.”
“And what happened after that?”
“I confronted him about it, and he slapped me in the face and told me he just wanted to get in my pants.”
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Like trash, disgusting like I’d been used.”
“And is that why you slappe Mr .Blanche in his face, when you found out about Kelly?”
“Yes.”
“Is that also why you told him you’ll cut his hands off if he puts his hands on you again.”
“Yes.Are you his lawyer or therapist ?” I asked, but she completely ignored the question.
“Do you think you’ll really cut his hands off?”
“If he puts his hand on me yes I will.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” I was beginning to feel frustrated, but she’s the therapist.
“Why would you cut his hands off.”
“Have you ever been hit by a man?” I asked. She nodded her head . No.
“There lash hurts, it hurts so bad it scares you, not only on the outside but on the inside too. At one point every time someone raised their hand to give me a hug, or a pat on the back I flinched, that slap would stay with me forever.
“Did you forgive him.”
“No I didn't. He hurt me really bad. I gave my all to him and he f**ked me over.
“You know forgiveness is key to forgetting.”
“Not in my world.”
“Ok. And how do you feel about yesterday?”
“I feel fine.”
“You experienced things that you’d never experience before, doesn't that scare you.”
“No.”
“And the people you were with, how do you feel about them?”
“Protective”
“But these people, you only know them a couple days now, how can you feel protective of them already?”
“Because they're protective of me and they only know me for a couple of days.”
“I see. Any nightmares?”
“Yes, last night.”
“Was it about what happened yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“What did you see in the dream.”
“Little clippings of what happened yesterday, is that all.” I asked.
“No but if you want to end it for today we can.”
“That would be great.” I said,
“We’ll Miss Rose where all done for today, Until next time you stay safe.” She said.
I Got up from the couch and made my way to the front door. “This way, Miss rose.” She showed me to another door. I look at her confused. Then I saw Marcel open the door, gesturing to me to come out.
“Merci.” He said to her
“Bienvenue monsieur Blanche, je vois que vous avez l'air délicieux comme toujours.” She said to him. “je sais.” I said. As I took one last look at her, before making my way to the car.
I looked at them both as they talked in French
“Elle est fougueuse”( she’s a feisty one.) she said. Placing her hand on his shoulder.
“je sais.” (I know). He said.
“Don’t go killing the therapist Miss rose.” Talon said. And we burst out in laughter.
Not too long after Marcel got in taking a seat next to me.
“talon.” Marcel called to him.
“Marcel.” Talon said, causing me to laugh out loud again.
He then turned his attention to me, “ your in so much trouble.” He said.
“What why I didn’t do anything.”
“Really, let’s go over the list again. You got drunk, danced with another man,” I rolled my eyes.
“Now your rolling your eyes, you have a attitude that needs adjusting.”
“What ever.” I said.
“Where to sir?” Talon asked.
“Home. I have to take care of something.” He said looking my way.
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