DAMON~
She kept her eyes fixed on , not saying a word as she occasionally wrote sothing down in her note then looked back at , her knowing glares, the sound of the clock hands moving, the breeze blowing against the open window, all the elents of the room combined made uneasy.
"What?" I finally asked unable to take the silence anymore.
"Damon Torrence?" She said her voice calm and relaxing, possessing an elent that made think she cared.
"Yes," I replied hastily.
"What are you in my office today?"
"Why else would soone be in a therapist’s office?" I answered her ridiculous question with one of my own.
"I don’t like to assu the motives of n, we are complicated creatures" She answered, there was sothing about the way she spoke that made want to drop my guard but I remained alert.
"Things being complicated is an excuse for why it fails," I answered.
"I’m sensing hostility on your part."
"Do I have a reason to be hostile?" I questioned.
"like I said, we are complicated creatures." She answered as she closed her notepad and placed it on her desk "I’m Dr Anita Gregor" she introduced.
"I know" she smiled as she crossed her legs and looked at "What’s on your mind?"
"My mind?, well lot but I’m not here to talk about what’s on my mind, I’m here for you to make better."
"Make you better?" She repeated.
"Yes, isn’t that your whole thing, you charge to make people feel important, understood."
"Do you think that’s all therapy is?"
"Yes."
"So to you, I’m just soone who’s gonna take your money and make you feel better."
"Yes."
"Unfortunately, that’s not how it works, and I’m going to need to let go of that ntality if you want to actually improve," she explained, my jaw tightened but I remained calm.
"That might prove difficult as you’ve not given a reason to believe you are anything but a fraud."
"Really, and what makes you think I’m a fraud?"
"All therapy is a scam, it never helps, there’s no way talking about problems solves them?"
"Do you say that from experience or is it just what you believe?" she countered.
"Both."
"So who did you have this experience with?"
"What?" I asked, slightly confused by the question.
"You said both, experience and belief, I get the belief but you had to have had the experience with soone right."
"That’s not entirely correct." I corrected.
"It’s not entirely wrong either, is it?"
"Uh—" I was lost for words.
"This isn’t a confrontation Damon, we aren’t fighting just relax and allow to do what I do best."
"Which is?"
"Help." She said with a smile, I sighed as I rested in the chair and relaxed "Will you let ?" she asked, I looked at her then my eyes traveled around the room before I answered.
"Ohk."
"Good." She said with a wide smile as she stood up from her desk and walked to the chair placed in front of the couch I was on.
"How do we do this?" I asked anxiously, she smiled
"Anyhow you feel comfortable, just be free" she advised, I nodded and rested my back.
"Oh, let’s start with a simple question, what’s your aim?"
"I wanna be a better man than I am right now," I answered without a thought.
"What kind are you now?"
"I don’t know."
"But you know you wanna improve on what you are now."
"Yes," I confird.
"You seem like a reasonable man Damon but I have to say this to you, the road of self-improvent isn’t an easy one."
"Yeah, but what are my choices," I said with a fake chuckle, she smiled at .
"Tell about yourself." she started.
"I’m Damon Torrence, I’m the leader of my pack and—" I stopped unable to think of anything else.
"How old are you?" She abruptly asked.
"25."
"That’s young for an alpha." She said.
"Yeah, it is."
"How long have you been an alpha?"
"This year makes it nine years," I answered, calmly unsure where she was going with the series of questions.
"You beca an alpha at the age of sixteen?" she asked.
"Yeah," I confird with a proud smile, a blank expression fell over her as if trying to hide what she really felt.
"What with that look?" I questioned, she looked up and faced .
"When did you have ti to be a teenager?"
"I was the Alpha, being a teenager wasn’t part of my concerns."
"You didn’t go to parties or goof around or have girlfriends?"
"I didn’t have ti for all that," I answered, my tone coated with faint traces of anger, her questions rubbed the wrong way.
"You never had your teenage years."
"It’s hard to have teenage years when your dad just died and your ho is falling apart." the more I spoke the more it beca clear, I didn’t have any teenage mories.
"I apologize for that, but it seems to that not having that ti for yourself affected you in a way that wasn’t positive."
"That’s not true." I imdiately disagreed.
"It is, the ti you spend being a teenager is the ti you explore yourself, explore who you are. It’s the ti you make mistakes and grow from those mistakes, not having those experiences ans you never had ti to grow and learn what it ans to be you".
"I know what it ans to be , I know what it ans to be the Alpha."
"Do you know what it ans to be Damon?"
"Yes."
"Tell ."
"It ans being the Alpha"
"Really?, Is that all you see when you look at yourself, the Alpha, is there not a man?"
"The man is the Alpha" I answered without hesitation.
"The Alpha is a position, it’s a title, a symbol."
"It’s not a title to ."
"Do you think that’s normal?" She asked, making sure to keep her tone soft so she wouldn’t set off.
"Yes."
"You were thrust into the role of Alpha before you had a chance to discover who you were, which ans—"
"It ans what it ans, I don’t have a problem with being the Alpha." I interrupted with a low growl.
"Your tone suggests otherwise."
"Ohk I think we’re done here" I spat as I rose to my feet
"We’re not done yet."
"I don’t care," I said as I walked out of the office and slamd the door behind .
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