I think you're in the wrong car

"Is your name Khansa Abeer?" the receptionist who was a middle aged woman asked me. I nodded my head and mentally prepared myself as I was pretty sure my anxiety levels were going to sky-rocket.

"Go to room office 9 of Mr. Shayan after 10 minutes" she told me before giving me back my student card. I had no idea what I was going to say. I should've gone earlier and avoided this appointment.

Before I could change my mind the receptionist tapped her pen on her table lightly to get my attention and gestured towards office 9. I smiled apologetically and nodded my head before entering.

"Hello, Khansa have a seat" the psychologist was an aged man with graying hair. He had a warm smile etched on his face. I sat down and gave out a shaky breath before scrutinizing his office. The office was splashed with the dusty blue colour which gave off a sense a relaxation. The table had a frame in which he was standing with a woman which I assumed was his wife. I wondered if they had any children.

He cleared his throat, "So how are you Khansa?" He asked me in a level-headed tone before continuing, "Am I pronouncing your name correctly?"

No he wasn't but I wasn't going to correct him. I was used to seeing my name get butchered. It was Khaan-saa and people used to say Khan-sa. I nodded my head as if I didn't have a tongue.

"Okay so, how was your day?" He probed.

Oh, that's how it always is. Light questions before the difficult ones. I mean, he didn't have to worry about triggering me. I had learnt to keep my emotions in check. I spoke in a low voice, "Fine"

He smiled and looked down at forum , "Just fine? I've just read that your hobbies are painting---" and he coughed before continuing "eating of people's brains?"

Oh god, did I really write that? I don't even remember filling it up. I got flustered, "Only painting" I mean, I did have a tendency to annoy people but that only included Esha and Ajwad.

He answered in a serious tone, "Fair enough" He then joined his hands and looked at me as if he was trying to dissect my thoughts. Ah, too bad Mr. Shayan.

"How is your relationship with your parents going?" He asked in a very outgoing voice. I smiled sweetly, "Amazing" A smile I loved to practice in front of the mirror.

"It here says that your mother suffers from severe schizophrenia and she refuses to go to hospital" He said as if he were talking about the weather.

He realized how direct that was and nodded his head, "What about your father-"

I cut him mid-sentence, "Fantastic" I replied without hearing his question. He huffed out, "Look Khansa, you have to trust me and share your thoughts. Be optimistic and don't hesitate to speak out your heart" his voice was genuine and his expressions concerned.

I looked at him and tried to figure that if that's how fatherly concern looked like. I mean, Ajwad and Esha also looked at me with that expression sometimes.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry I just don't know what to say" I exactly knew what to say but I chose not to.

"It's totally okay, you do not have to apologize for it. I understand how difficult and traumatic your life has been" he said in a calm tone.

"Can I go home?" I asked in an innocent tone. It seemed like he was about to say no and suddenly changed his mind, "Yes, sure" he handed me my papers and spoke in a gentle voice, "I am setting up an appointment for next week and I hope we will be able to talk about your life more and you'll be able to share your thoughts with me"

I just nodded before grabbing my backpack and slipping out of his office. As soon as I stepped outside, a fat droplet of rain fell on my face and I asked God : why?

"Hey Khansa, what are you doing here this late?" It was Tate's voice. We never really interacted with each other in the class as she gave off a very pretentious vibe to me .This time I got a good look at her and oh god she was so pretty. Her auburn coloured hair looked very dazzling which complemented her green eyes. Why had I never noticed her beauty? She was easily the most gorgeous girl of our class. Maybe I thought she was mean? I didn't really remember why we didn't talk a lot.

I nodded at her, "Hey Tate, how are you?" Her clothes looked very luxurious and surprisingly, I did like her dressing.

She laughed, "Girl, I had cheer practice today, duh" her voice didn't sound pretentious though. I smiled, "Oh, I see"

I then started to leave when she said, "Are you seriously walking home?" She looked like she couldn't believe that. Ah, innocent kids these days.

"Yeah?" I said in a humorous tone. She almost shouted, "Are you insane?" She then took my hand in hers and said, "Although, I feel like we are poles apart but my inner girl boss refuses to let you walk in this torrential weather" her voice was cheerful.

"Thanks for the offer but I'll pass" I managed to say calmly. I mean, I obviously didn't plan to walk home. I was just going to call my brother and ask him to pick me up.

"Look, get in my car and tone down your pride a little" she said in a sarcastic tone. I looked at her with a surprised expression. I weighed down my options and nodded.

She smiled victoriously, "Good, now go sit down in my car and wait for me while I go bring my cheer uniform." She started running but stopped before shouting, " It's a black Aston Martin and It'll be unlocked"

Good Lord, Aston Martin? Isn't it like the most expensive car in the whole goddamn world?

I just shook my head and headed to the parking lot. Her car was sticking out like a sore thumb amongst these other expensive cars. I got near it and took my time studying it. I felt like this car was straight out of a James Bond movie.

I was really exhausted so I absent-mindedly opened the back car door and practically slumped down before closing my eyes.

"I think you are in the wrong car" A very husky yet deep voice said this and I immediately opened my eyes.

I started panicking when I saw it was Kabeer Alaric. What on earth is he doing here?