Chapter thirty-eight
Matt
I walk in, through the doors, and see Roxy sitting behind the window.
She pushes her glasses farther up on the bridge of her nose and tucks a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
Roxy smiles nervously as I walk straight past her and into the hallway that leads to all the different rooms and offices.
She does give a mean blow job, though. I laugh to myself.
I walk all the way down the corridor and take a left.
As always, Dr. Franklin's door is propped open.
I walk in, not greeting him, and sit in my usual spot of the brown loveseat.
He is sitting behind his desk, eating something. He looks up at me, through his reading glasses, perched upon his nose.
"Mr. Walker," he says and nods politely. He brings his fork up to his mouth and continues eating.
Spaghetti, it looks like.
My dad used to make that a lot. When he wasn't working. Or drinking.....
I huff. "I have things to do. I can't just sit here all day and watch you eat,"
"Well, would you like some?" he asks.
"No, I don't want any," I reply, annoyedly.
"Well my lunch break ends in," he looks down at his wristwatch, "One minute and thirty seconds,"
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest as he scans the newspaper, sitting on his desk in front of him.
I exhale loudly and think about what Novah might be doing right now.
I take my phone out of my pocket and look through my photos.
I don't have many photos in my phone.
I used to have a bunch of nudes but I recently deleted all of them out of my respect for Novah and I's relationship.
Plus, nudes of other girls don't even get me off anymore.
The few photos I do have are of Novah.
Smiling. Laughing. Glaring at me for taking pictures of her when she "looks bad".
Ha! As if, that's possible.
I swipe left and see a picture of her in the low-cut black dress I bought for her.
Jeez, if Dr. Franklin weren't here I'd be jerking the fuck off.....
"Matt," Dr. Franklin calls out. I look up from my phone and see him sitting across from me on the futon.
"Mind telling me what you were just doing on your cellphone?" he asks.
I turn my phone off and slip it into my pocket.
"Nothing. Why?"
He chuckles."You were just beaming,"
I feel my face heat up and shift in my seat uncomfortably.
Why the fuck am I blushing?
I clear my throat awkwardly.
Dr. Franklin starts writing on his infamous clipboard.
"What are you writing?" I ask.
He looks up, amused.
"So, when did you relapse?" he asks.
Cool. Just avoid the question.
"Can we just....skip all this shit. I wanna get back to my girlfriend,"
He cocks an eyebrow.
"Hmm. Tell me about her,"
Gladly, Dr. Fucktard.
"Well, I'm currently not with her and I'd like to be. Why'd you call me here?"
"Matt, Matt, Matt," he says while shaking his head. "This young lady must be extraordinary, huh?"223Please respect copyright.PENANAsqCJJnoh4A
I smirk. "No shit, doc,"
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