Sanctuary

Two weeks later, I’ve adjusted to being on medication again and I’m going to see a therapist today. I’m not as moody as I used to be, so that’s a step in the right direction and I’m going to talk to someone who isn’t someone I already know. A different perspective is what I need right now, maybe someone who understands what I’m going through. I know that I need to do things on my own, but at the moment, I’m gonna take Alex with me. He may not be at the actual appointment, but I want him there afterward.

“Ready for this?” he asked, walking into the building.

“I’m gonna have to be.”

“Wish I could go in with you.”

“Me too, but this is something I need to do by myself. I just want to know you’re here. Does that sound weird?”

“Not at all.”

I nodded and kissed him before I checked in. I only sat for five minutes when I was called in.

“Love you.” I said.

“Love you, too.”

My heart pounded as I walked into her office.

“Abby?”

“Hi. I’m Dr. Lynn.” she said, shaking my hand.

Breathe. Just breathe.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” I said, taking a seat.

“Is this your first time seeing a therapist?

“Yes and I’m very nervous.”

“Don’t be. Everything will be fine.”

I nodded.

“So, tell me a little about yourself.”

“I was born and raised in Virginia by a single mother, then moved here when I was twenty-one thanks to my best friend. Now, I’m engaged and have a great job as a sous chef.”

“Did you have a tough childhood because I can’t imagine it being easy?”

“It was very tough. My mom was a teen mom and had no help, not even from my grandparents. She worked multiple jobs to support us; I actually don’t know how she did that.”

“Sounds like a great mom.”

“She was.”

“Is she deceased?”

“No, but we’ve grown distant. I developed depression during my first year of community college and she didn’t understand why I was feeling that sad.”

“Have you tried to reach out?”

“I haven’t, but my mom has on multiple occasions. I finally decided to respond over a month ago. We’re going to try and reconcile, but I’ve had so much going on in my life, I haven’t been able to figure out when to fly her out and for how long.”

I was rubbing my eyes. I know she’s gonna ask what’s going on in my life and I’m not ready.

“What’s been going on?”

“Well, it all goes back to one event. A month and a half ago, I was raped outside of a club on a night where I was celebrating my best friend’s birthday and my new job. I haven’t been the same ever since. He’s actually on trial, a verdict should be coming by sometime next week.” I said, teary.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Me too.”

“You said you were engaged. How’s your fiancée been since that happened?”

“Extremely supportive. I like to call him my anchor actually. I called him as my soon-to-be rapist came after me. He was there within minutes, before the police.”

“Sounds like an amazing guy.”

“He is. I don’t know what to do without him. He’s actually out in the waiting room.”

She smiled.

“When did you two get engaged? Was it before your rape?”

“A week after. He proposed at my place of work and coincidentally, where we had our first date.”

I was smiling like a fiend. I could talk about Alex all day, every day.

“Congratulations. How long have you two been together?”

“Two years.”

"I'm curious about something."

"What's that?"

"How'd you get through your bout with depression?"

"Mostly my best friend. She was my lone rock. Glad that's changed. I have several."

"I oughta meet this boyfriend of yours."

"I have no problem with that." I responded, laughing.

"I'm serious, Abby. Is now, okay? Or is next week better?"

I bit my lip. I mean he is here; I can't guarantee that because I'd like to do this by myself next week.

"Now's good."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely." I said with a smile.

"I'll get a hold of the receptionist and she'll get him in here. What’s his name?"

“Alex.”

I nodded.

After a minute or so, Alex came walking through the door with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” he said, kissing me.

“Hi.” I responded, kissing him back.

“Dr. Sherry Lynn.” she said, introducing herself.

“Alex Gaskarth.” he said, shaking her hand.

He sat down beside me and immediately took my hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

I internally laughed. Sir.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”

“I haven’t heard much about you, but she did tell me you were her anchor.”

“She did? She told me that a couple weeks ago after the first day of the trial.”

I could feel him smiling at me and it felt wonderful.

“I’m glad to hear that. So, where did you two meet?” she asked, directing the question at me.

“At the grocery store. We were reaching for ice cream when our hands touched. It’s incredibly cheesy, I know.” I said shaking my head.

“Doesn’t make it any less sweet. No pun intended.”

Alex and I laughed.

“I already asked how she’s been since the night she was raped, along with how you’ve been. I want to know from your point of view.”

“I was incredibly angry and upset. When Abby called me, I rushed to where she was and she rushed to me when she jumped into my arms and sobbed into my neck.”

I began crying all over again. Talk about a whirlwind of emotions.

“Abby, you okay?” she asked as tears came pouring down my face.

I nodded. Alex looked at me as I couldn’t talk.

“Abby? Please talk to me.”

I grabbed my tissues that I always have on me now that things are different and prone to breakdowns and wiped my tears; I blew my nose and placed that tissue back into my purse.

“Continue to talk, please. I’m fine.” I said in between sobs.

He made a face as he wasn’t convinced, but he squeezed my hand that he still had a hold of.

“I’ve felt the same ever since and this trial hasn’t helped. Things got worse as she had to see his face again; to be honest, I want to hurt him for doing this to her and I want this to be over and for him to go the hell to prison for as long as possible.”

I was breathing heavily.

“Alex, thank you for your input. You can go.”

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll be in the waiting room when you’re done. I love you.” he said kneeling in front of me.

“I love you, too.” I said with bloodshot eyes.

He kissed my hands that he was still holding onto. When he left, my heart ached as I wanted him to come back. My PTSD is taking over, even with medication.

“I’m sorry that you’re feeling like this.”

“Pardon my language, but PTSD is such a fucking bitch.”

“I hope it gets better.”

Twenty minutes and a few more tears later, my session was over and I wanted out of there like you wouldn’t believe. Walking into the waiting room, there sat Alex on his phone.

“Alex.” I said with my voice cracking.

I couldn’t move. Instead, he walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

“I can’t go through that again. I just can’t.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’ve wanted to do that for those last twenty minutes. I’m hungry.”

“So am I.”

I then heard his stomach growl which made me laugh.

“Your stomach’s growling.”

He laughed as well causing him to move against me.

“So’s yours.”

We walked outside and into his car. We had to have a quick lunch as I had to go to work.

“How the hell do I go back to work after that? It was so fucking emotional. You know, I’m glad that I didn’t put on my make-up yet. It doesn’t matter of course, seeing as I never leave the kitchen, except to eat.”

“I think you’re gonna be great to be quite honest.”

I smiled.

“Well, I have to go. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I went back to work in a good mood and ready to cook. It was a busy night as most Fridays are which kept my mind occupied until I was able to get home. There was something else on my mind, something good and what I wasn’t expecting, I went to Alex eating something other food when I got home which was a bit distracting. I got home that night, a bit uncomfortable below the waist and I was hoping he could help me out. It was ten o’clock and he was sitting in the living room watching tv in only his shorts.

Oh, please help me out.

“Hey.” I said, taking my shoes off.

“Hey. How was your day?” he said I walked over toward him.

Just kiss the man. What’s he gonna do? Push you away?

I hungrily kissed him and he kissed me back. He then got off the couch and picked me up while not unlocking his lips from mine and proceeded to take me to our bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and got on top of me, pressing down on a certain place causing me to moan. He kissed my neck before rubbing that area through my pants.

“Please.” I pleaded.

Get your fucking mouth down there.

He just came back up with a smirk and unbuttoned my shirt.

I’d rather you take my pants and panties off and eat me out.

He went back down there and undressed me like I so desperately wanted him too. He's always been such a tease.

“Better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

When I felt him down there, I could also feel how wet I was and he loved it. That tongue on my clit almost drove me over the edge; his tongue then proceeded to head downward and inside.

“Fuck, Alex.”

That mouth of his made sucking noises before I felt his fingers dart in and out of my pussy. Five minutes later, I came and my head fell back onto the pillow. He was again in front of my face, this time smiling and touching my face.

“Oh my God. You’re fucking amazing.”

He just kissed me.

“Now that you already unbuttoned my shirt, could you finish the job?”

“The bra, too?

“Yes.”

I went to unbutton his shorts.

“Briefs, too?”

“Yeah.”

Within seconds, the rest of his clothes were off and everything was perfect.

“Can I return the favor, Mr. Gaskarth?” I whispered seductively into his ear.

“Certainly.”

We turned around, so I was facing directly at his cock; it was a rock just like how I like it. He threw his head back the second my tongue hit the tip, but I got even more of a reaction when I enveloped him.

“Holy shit, Abby.”

I smirked too. I was also a tease. I used both my tongue and mouth to pleasure him which drove him bananas and turned me on; I felt heat radiating from my pussy. When he came, it went all over my face as I refuse to swallow cum.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful.” he said, taking a finger and wiping some off my face.

He sucked it right off his finger.

Fuck.

I grabbed a tissue and cleaned off my face before we did anything else.

“What’s next?” I asked, nibbling below his earlobe.

“Whatever you’d like.”

“Well, we haven’t done doggystyle in a while.”

“Then, let’s do that.”

I positioned myself so he able to enter from behind me.

“Ready?” he asked.

“If you are.”

He thrusted himself in, starting slow before moving faster and harder like I wanted. I was moaning like crazy and had difficulty controlling myself.

“I fucking love you, Alex.” I moaned, gripping the sheets as tightly as possible.

He kept a sturdy hold on my hips the entire time as he pounded into me.

“Fuck. I love you, too, Abby.”

I could tell when he was close and I imagine he could tell I was close as well. We came at the same time and I was exhausted and sweaty; we both were. When I was able to, I laid down on my back and breathed heavily.

“You are a god.” I said.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Trust me. You are. That was fucking amazing. I needed that, especially after a day like today.”

“Why the sudden urge? Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

I laughed.

“For the last hour or two, I had an image of you eating me out and that made it hard to concentrate to cook.”

He laughed.

“The whole way home, I was pretty uncomfortable down there. I was hoping you’d help me out when I got home and boy, did you.”

“I love that.”

“If it was you, I don’t think you’d feel that way.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but there’s no way that I wouldn’t help you get relief.”

“Thank you, Dr. Gaskarth.” I said, lying my head on his chest.

“My pleasure, Abby Shaw.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I began to drop off. I wanted to talk about therapy this morning, but I figured it could wait till the morning after getting some well-deserved sleep.

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