Helanie:
I had been anxiously pacing around my room ever since Norman left to have a session with Lucy.
"We should go and listen to their conversation," my wolf suggested, and I shook my head imdiately.
"It’s unethical," I replied, trying to hiss at her to shut her down. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before she started trying to convince again.
"I just don’t understand why he has to be the one to give her a therapy session," I complained.
"I know, but I guess it’s nobody’s fault but his. He was the one who offered to help her."
Well, my wolf was right. It was actually Norman who suggested helping her.
"But it’ll be fine. I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to take responsibility and probably feels guilty since they weren’t there to help her when she fell. That was when they should have helped her," my wolf said.
Cora probably thought I was losing my mind, so she tried to calm down by giving random excuses. But it didn’t help, because my mind kept going back to what was happening in their office.
"You know what? I know it’s unethical, but..." I paused. "I’ll just go and take a look. He’s my mate anyway."
I finally convinced myself it would be fine, so I began walking briskly toward the staircase. Even though Norman had forbidden from using the stairs now, I still couldn’t get used to the idea of taking the elevator. I was so worked up that I found myself climbing all the way to the top floor, where Norman’s office was.
Once I got there, guilt started to creep in. What if Norman got upset that I was eavesdropping? He’d think I didn’t trust him, and that’s why I was doing it.
But all the logical thoughts started to fade the mont I reached the door. I pressed my ear against it.
"Do you rember anything from when you were in a coma?" I heard Norman ask her.
"No. I just rember darkness," she replied.
"Okay," Norman added.
At this point, I thought maybe I’d wasted my ti coming here. But then I noticed a window in the back and felt like I should peek through. Maybe their expressions were more interesting than their words.
"You’re just stressing yourself out for no reason. It’s Norman, co on. He would never do anything to hurt you," Cora protested.
"I’m not worried about Norman. It’s Lucy I’m angry with. I just can’t trust her. The way she dressed, the way she was smirking at —she’s doing it on purpose," I complained, tiptoeing toward the window.
Thankfully, there were no curtains, so I stood off to the side just to sneak a little peek. Lucy was sitting upright with her hands resting on her knees, while Norman leaned back casually, looking relaxed and handso.
"It’s just that ever since I woke up, I feel like I’m trying to run away from sothing. Maybe I’m too scared of being in that position again," Lucy said. She was speaking very normally, not the way she usually does to annoy everyone, so maybe this session really was ant to help her, and she didn’t have so hidden agenda behind it.
"Lucy, I want to know sothing about your fall," Norman started again, and this ti I had a feeling it was sothing important to him. "Can you tell what the entity on the 10th floor said to you before you jumped, or before you were pushed?"
He asked very carefully, and I began to feel sothing strange in my body, like a slow stretch spreading through . That’s when I realized we had another entity involved, and this one was already out in the open.
"You believe when I say I was on the 10th floor?" Lucy asked, probably because many others hadn’t believed her. Even the other students used to say she must have imagined it,l that she was going through a hard breakup, wanted sothing exciting in her life, and made up the whole floor that didn’t exist. They claid she was blaming so entity when really, she just wanted to end her life to stop the misery.
"Depends on what you say." Norman was very careful with his response.
"I was told that I would be relieved of all the pain if I let her into my body," Lucy began, and I saw Norman slowly straighten his spine. Either he didn’t like the answer, or he didn’t like that such an option had been given to her.
"And what did you say to that, Lucy?" he asked more directly now. He was sitting very attentively, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, almost like he was staring into her soul.
Suddenly, she relaxed her body, slid her hands to her sides, lifted herself slightly, and shifted back to rest against the backrest. Then she crossed one leg over the other, sitting comfortably.
"Sothing tells you know more about the entity than I do," Lucy said. The atmosphere had grown so tense that I couldn’t even process what was really going on.
"Tell . I want to know what they told you," Norman insisted, his tone more demanding now.
"I think the session is already too long. Maybe so other day. I still need to process why the entity said your na." The mont she said that, Norman slowly stood up from his seat.
"Co on, Norman, it’s alright. You can tell if you’ve been to that floor too," she asked, her tone more serious now.
Norman started laughing almost imdiately. "You almost got there. No, I’ve never been to that floor. So I’d like you to co back after you’ve thought through what you experienced and stop making up stories," he said.
She rolled her eyes and relaxed her body. "I was just trying to ss with you." She got up, and I frowned at her. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she joking about sothing like this in a therapy session? Was she even going to take it seriously?
But then she did sothing I didn’t expect. She suddenly leaned in and, in one swift motion, kissed his cheek.
"Thank you so much for your help. I’ll leave now."
It happened so quickly that Norman couldn’t even respond.
"Lucy, I’m your professor. Don’t ever do that again," he said sternly. He moved quickly to block her exit, placing his hand on the door to stop her from leaving.
I couldn’t see her reaction because she was facing away, but I had seen her kiss my mate on the cheek, and now I was fuming.
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