First Session✨

Max's POV

I stood there, like a paralyzed dog, not knowing what to do. Should I turn back and start explaining what I'm doing in someone's office hovering around? or should I stand just like this until movement happens? Yeah, I think I'm going to go with the second option.

"Mrs Willis?" A deep manly voice said.

I thought that maybe he might be like papa and have a deep voice of a grown-up but no, it sounded awfully quite young for his age.

"It's Miss Willis." I corrected him, as I turned to look at him.

I didn't have another word to say after I saw him. I was dumbfounded. Intrigued. This person was awfully very attractive. By attractive, I mean ATTRACTIVE! I almost blushed.

Pull it together, Max. He's your therapist and he's married with kids. My inner voice warned me.

Then why did he have to be so gorgeous? I asked myself again.

He was a tall figure. With dark blonde, curly long hair that just suited his oval shaped like face, with his perfectly rounded red lips that glowed when he licked them. He looked awfully young for a grown man with kids and a wife.

Even the way he was dressed. He had on a pair of Nike sneakers, black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and to top it all of, he wore a leather jacket.

"Oh, sorry. Miss Willis, I see you've already gotten used to the place. We'll start with your session. Please step over here. FAR from the desk." He said, jokingly but I was more in an embarrassed mood to laugh.

I now believed that he was my doctor because of the "doctor talk" I walked to him and he shook my hand for a greeting, looking straight into my eyes, where I met those blue ones.

Max, pull yourself together. I told myself as I forced a smile.

"Please." He guided me to the leather couch with his hand.

I had to lie down for a more comfortable experience with therapy but it was less than comfortable as this handsome creature, who smelled divine was next to me. I even forced myself to hold my breath not to inhale the best scent I've ever smelled in my life.

I lied down on the couch and my whole body actually relaxed. My feet were almost up in the air and my face my was facing the utmost beautiful ceiling. It was cream white. Something I thought might be outside.

"Close your eyes." He ordered, smoothly.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Sorry. Please close your eyes, and tell me about yourself." He said, softly.

"Well, there's nothing interesting to know about me." I started. "I'm an orphan, being raised by my foster parents, I like music because it's the only thing that understands me, uhm... yeah, that's it." I ended.

"Okay. Max right?" He asked. "Yeah." I answered.

"Tell me, about your life, your school life." He asked again, noting something on his notebook.

"My life? Boring. School life? Also boring. Except it gets interesting when I get bullied and they all call me ugly duckling which is true–" I said, but got cut off.

"What? No. You're beautiful." He said, amazing me.

"But–" I tried again to say, but again, he cut me off.

"But nothing! Stop listening to all those stupid people, Max. You are undeniably beautiful." He said so casually. "I need you to picture yourself in your happy place, always happy and smiling." He said.

I pictured myself in paradise. I was in a London, a celebrity who made her own music, probably an actress too and no one would mess with me. I was in a bubble bath, in my own house, holding a glass of red wine, listening to music and I was literally genuinely smiling.

"Now open your eyes." He said, slowly.

I opened my eyes slowly and I was met by his face so closely to mine, staring deep inside my soul. He was amazingly gorgeous. I didn't know if there could be anyone more gorgeous than him.

"Their open." I said and he chuckled.

"Now I want you to remember my words. You are the most beautiful person you, and everyone has ever met and stop listening to other people's nasty words. They are just jealous." He said, making me smile.

I nodded slightly and he walked back to his desk. I stood up, more relaxed than I've ever been. I might say confident as well. My words were gone and it seemed as though he understood that.

"Till we meet again, Max." He said, as I walked out of the office.

"Thank you, Mr Kingston." I said, smilingly as I walked out of the office.

Once I got out of the hospital, I could hear music in my head and heart. Everything seemed beautiful. The sky was more blue than it usually is, the sun shone like it would never shine again, the trees were more green and made the nature so beautiful.

I walked out and inhaled the fresh air surrounding me. I felt like the happiest person on Earth with just one session. Damn, this therapist is good, I have to admit. Mama was waiting for me in the car. I hopped in the way I used to when I was a kid and mama smiled widely.

"How was it?" She asked me and I said nothing but smiled at her. "That good, huh?" She added and I nodded.

"Get ready for a new me, mama." I said and she grew nervous. "Is new you going to be good or scary?" She asked. "Let's just say, it's going to be one hell of a ride for my bullies." I told her.

She shook her head smilingly and I sighed, leaning on my seat. She drove off out of the hospital and I rode with my head out of the window, letting the cool air hit my face just right making me smile.

The drive home was not as long as it was when we came here. It was exhausting when we came here but now it's amazing when we go back. The radio was on full blast because of me and mama didn't even mind.

"YOU LIKING WHAT YOU SEE, EVERYTHING DESIGNER THAT'S ON ME–" I sang along with it while dancing.

We arrived home and I got out of the car while mama went to park the car in the garage. I ran into the house and found papa watching TV, sitting on the couch.

I hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. "Hola papa!" I said. "Hola Maxy. I see you're feeling better." He said, hugging me back and I nodded.

I walked upstairs to my room feeling better and better and I couldn't help but just smile. I threw myself on my bed and sighed loudly, relaxing every part of my body.