When I fell in love with my psychiatrist

Chapter Two

Okay maybe I had been a little rash. Okay rash but not too rash. Fine. I was too rash geez. But tell me, would you smile and just nod your head like an agama lizard if some creep had pressed on your boobs like they were public domain property and expected you to be okay with? Let me tell you right now you won't.

I had kind of stared at the chaos with an empty and absent stare. I honestly didn't care. I could see that Naomi was on the point of a heart attack and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

My mom on her part went to Mr. Creep there and comforted him before shooting me a look that promised hell. I shrugged. It's not like I had never been at the receiving end of her anger. Been there. Done that.

"Whitney! Do you know who that is? You crazy pig, you just ruined your sister's wedding!" she hissed/screamed; I have no idea how she managed that, this time not caring about appearances. I fought the urge to laugh. My mother was a hilarious woman.

"Mother, you shouldn't have presented a crazy pig to such an important personality then." I said calmly even though I knew as well as her that my logic was not flawed.

For the first time in my life, I saw my mother at a loss for words. But since that day, that day she had callously abandoned me, I didn't care anymore. And there was also the wonderful fact that resulting from her abandoning me, I had found Doctor Will. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Let me tell you.

It was in the castles of the king of Romanov. I was a slave in the castle and the Prince...Prince William fell deeply in love with me. I wanted to refuse his marriage proposal but alas! The Prince was as sexy as he was devious and no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't refuse....

Hehehe...I wish that's how we met. I can be quite dramatic at times. I know...I know....anyway...the real story.

It was the beginning of spring. The grass was fresh, birds were chirping in the trees,the wind was blowing calmly it could hardly be noticed and I was lying on my beige coloured sheets staring at my ceiling listening to 'hold my hand by Michael Jackson ft Akon' through my head phones thinking about nothing in particular when my mom burst into my room...like always and started yelling at me for something I did. I was used to her yelling at me for anything and everything so I tuned her out for the first part of it and thought about the colour black instead. Black is such an interesting colour. Anyway, after a while she dragged out my headphones...very harshly might I add and yelled in my ear.

"You will listen to me while I speak Aria Whitney Sunders".

I didnt wanna be rude, I mean...I'm such a good person so I said nothing and just looked at her as she continued yelling.

After a while...

"How could you do this to your sister Whitney?"Urgh I hated it when she called me Whitney. I preferred Aria. It had a nice ring to it. But no...my mother and sister just loved calling me Whitney probably to piss me off.

"Your sister is currently crying downstairs." so she went crying to mom. Typical. Now this is why I prefer the colour black. Doesn't relate? No? Okay. Forget it then.

"Now listen here young lady. You need some mental help so I already signed you up for a psiachiatrist. You will see him thrice a week for as long as he sees you still need help." Oh great. She already got a psiachiatrist. No one ever asked my side or what I wanted. Well except Dad. But he always ended up listening to my mother so there's that.

"And I will hear no more of the matter" she said and left my room banging the door behind her. I just lay on my bed,plugged my head phones back in and thought about other shades of black. It was better than thinking about what she said.

The next day,true to her word she took me to see the psiachiatrist. At least she had the courtesy to drive me there.

Ha!! Courtesy. Funny. She probably just wanted to be sure that I will actually go there and not run away...again.

Don't ask. It's a long story.

Anyway, there I was, standing in front of a wooden door that had a silver placcard on it which was inscribed: Dr. William Price.

So like the totally nice person I was...note the sarcasm...I barged in,in my grey hoodie,black jeans and nike shoes without even knocking.

I'm so nice.hehe.

When I set eyes on the surprisingly very young man sitting behind the desk the only thing that came to my fourteen year old mind was 'Zoo Wee Mama' with my eyes as wide as saucers. And trust me, I'm not even a fan of 'Diary of a wimpy kid'. Hence the name Doctor sexy.

To be honest, I was expecting some cranky old man in an aged suit and old people glasses. And maybe that old man would even look startled because of my abrupt entrance but no...the delicious looking young man was anything but old,talk less of being startled. He looked like he expected me to do that. Killsport.

Sitting down still ogling him, I don't know why but the first words that came out of my socially awkward mouth were

"How old are you?"

At my question he smiled at me and there right there my soul melted. My actual soul melted. To my fourteen year old mind, he smiled like a hundred angels had been captured in a bottle, turned to liquid and poured on his face. It was that beautiful.

"Ah...you must be Aria."

It was at that moment that I knew...I was a voice person.

"I'm 20. I know...young...I still have two years left to graduate..a genius of sorts if you may but I work here till I graduate. It's complicated."

It sounded complicated. At the moment I didn't want to know the story but I knew one day I would want to.

"And you have an office Doctor William?" I found myself stupidly asking.

Kill me please.

"Yes. I do. Now...I would prefer if you call me Will. Oh and my first rule Aria. No one is killing you and don't kill yourself" he said while smiling.

I guess I said that aloud. Urgh.

"Ok....Will" I tested it on my tongue and he smirked. I didn't miss his slight shiver when I called his name though. It was gone so fast, replaced by the smirk it seemed I had imagined the shiver.

True to his word, he graduated two years later and became my permanent psiachiatrist. Well that was 10 years ago. I still see him twice a week for my "mental health".

Since that day, I didn't particularly care for my mother nor my sister. They were just props in my life. And like I said before, I was shocked when I saw the invitation in my mailbox.

"I'm calling Dr. Will. Apparently you've not made any progress at all," my mother said and dragged me out of the hall like I was some kid. I let her pull me. But as soon as we were outside, I pulled my hand from hers.

She removed her phone and dialled a number, probably Prince Will. I could hear screams from the hall. It was Naomi for sure. That much about her hadn't changed. She still threw tantrums when she didn't get her way.

I turned my attention to my mother. She was talking furiously and her face was puffed up in anger. She made a funny picture. But I was not mean. So I wasn't going to laugh. Like I said. I'm such a good person. So I ended up covering my laughter with a cough.

"You! Stay away from here! I don't even know why Naomi had to invite you!" she exclaimed then walked back into the hall. I sighed and sat on a rock. It was not at all comfortable but oh well. I didn't have a choice.

Damn it, I hadn't even gotten to eat that last cupcake. And those cupcakes were fire. Believe me when I tell you. I'm a master. 'Oh I'm sorry for abandoning you cupcake. My long lost love'. I thought.

I sighed and waited. I had no friends and I had called a cab to come here. But my phone was dead. And asking for my mother's phone was surely going to bring about world war three. So I was going to abstain from doing that, thank you very much.

I looked up when I heard a car coming towards me. And I widened my eyes. It was Prince Will.. I mean Dr. Will. I recognized his blue Mustang. The car he always refused me from driving.

He parked and came down. And I swallowed. He did not look happy. He had told me to behave. And I had promised him I would. I stood reluctantly when he approached me and looked back as if asking for help from someone.

"Get in the car," he said then turned around without a word. I followed him and got into the already opened car. Oh boy was this ride was going to be a long one and not even the good kind. Sigh.