Chapter 100: Iris: Sold off
DOCTOR WILLIAMS is a fucking magician. Every ti I co from a therapy session with him I feel like a whole different person than I was before receiving his counsel.
It’s the sa with today. I was a ss when he closed the door leading to Lucas’ study room, but now that we’re done, I feel a bit rejuvenated, although not entirely.
He’s still in my head. My dad I an. I’m trying to shake the thought of him out of my head, but every ti my mind recollects that cranky drunkard voice of his, I find myself subconsciously trying to rember his face.
If there was dication to forget only one person I’d pay for it gladly and delete him from my mory, but alas, this is a reality not Hogwarts. I can only do my best to keep my ntal health in check or I might beco a walking mad woman soon with how fast things are unfolding in my head and life.
"How are you feeling now after those mind-calming exercises?" Williams asks as we walk outside the house. For soone new to this place, he seems an awful lot familiar with it judging by the turns he’s taking at each small intersection we reach.
"I think I’m a little better than I was before."
"Good. That’s what I want to hear. Keep doing them every day until you feel calr. You’re lucky you have such a serene view to uplift your spirits. If you can stay here for a few more days and try doing relaxation techniques like yoga or ho-based exercises. That way you avoid crowded places and keep your health in check...killing two birds with one stone as they call it. Isn’t that cool?"
We co to a pause in front of his car and he turns to look at , his face taking on this expression I’ve never seen on him. Is it sympathy, or pity? I can’t make out what it is but it’s sowhat making
feel better knowing he cares. Maybe I’m just that desperate for attention now.
"I already sent Lucas a ssage on what you might need during your stay here, just make sure you remind him okay?"
"Yes, Doc."
"Good," he grins, extending his arms in the air—a signal for
to hug him. I don’t waste ti before wrapping my hands around his waist.
I don’t know if he does it on purpose to fill the hole in my heart my father left, or if it’s just a favor I get to experience because I’m his client, but every ti I’m near him—especially during a mont like these where him being a fatherly figure to
feels realistic, the hole in my chest closes for a mont.
It’s a sha how tis like these are so short-lived before we turn back to reality where beating hearts don’t make us smile anymore.
"See you next week," he waves at
as he enters his car and starts it. I wave back at him, watching as he drives out of the driveway and soon reaches the large gate about two hundred ters from the house before disappearing from my sight all whilst I still wave.
The mont I’m alone, all my thoughts recollect in my head once again like a whirlwind about to strike disaster on an entire village. Shaking my head and ruffling my hair, I quickly turn on my heel to leave the parking lot, bumping into soone and falling on my ass.
"Ouch." I yelp before my eyes fly to the man who fell along with .
"Are you okay, Iris?" I would never mistake that posh accent for anyone else.
"I’m fine Tim, but what were you doing creeping up on
like that."
"My apologies for the inconvenience ma’am, I was just trying to wrap this warm blanket around you," he replies picking my pink Pokémon blanket off the ground.
"There you go again calling
ma’am. It’s a bit cliché don’t you agree?"
"Old habits die hard."
"Mhmm, guess they do," I mumble, accepting his help as he pulls
from the ground. Next removes all the dirt from my blanket and wraps it around
like he wanted to before I bumped into him.
"Where did you get my blanket? I don’t rember bringing it to Lucas’ house before," I try to ease the awkward air.
"We went to collect it at your house."
"Did Lucas tell you to do that? He’s getting bold now that he knows my grandparents isn’t he?"
"Actually...that was my idea," Tim says in a low voice as if he’s embarrassed to tell
he wants to take care of .
I pause, making him stop in his tracks behind . Flipping myself around, I close the bit of distance between us until I’m looking him straight in the eyes.
"Did you know that your boss gets jealous over the simplest of things like these?"
Tim tries to look away, but I follow his gaze and et him halfway. "If you don’t believe
ask Paul. Or should I tell him you were flirting with
near the orchard?"
"Ah! How dare you!" Tim grips his chest dramatically. "I’d never flirt with you even if you were the last woman on earth. As long as I rember you as Lucas’, you’re forever banished from being a romantic interest of mine."
I have to admit, watching the disgust in his eyes as he says all that to my face feels a bit degrading. I find myself scrunching my brows and glaring at him even though I’m the one who started teasing him.
"Forget it. I was just joking with you," I swiftly turn around, dragging my blanket with
as I walk away from him. "Where is Lucas anyway?"
"In the greenhouses with Mary."
"Mary?"
"Yes. She begged us to bring her here when we went to pick your clothes at your house."
"My clothes? Who gave them to you?"
"An old woman whom I assu is your grandmother."
That old sly fox. She’s even selling
off without a price now.
"She said to tell you to relax and have a good ti whilst you live with us. She also told
to tell you that she loves you."
Hah, really? Does hearing such simple words turn
into a high schooler who can’t control her emotions now or am I on my fucking period now?
"I’ll call her once we’re inside. For now let’s go et up with the others, okay?"
"Yes, Iris."
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