to use that panel though. Once I have the alarm disarmed, I open the door and see Brandon sitting on the top step with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he looks at something on his phone.
“You set the alarm again?” he questions me.
“Yeah. I did it just before walking back out the door. How are you?”
“Been better,” he tells me, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he stands up.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck watching me. There are only two places I’ll be going today. At some point tomorrow I have to get groceries. Probably right after work so I don’t have to leave again after getting home,” I inform him.
“It’s all good. Part of bein’ a Prospect I guess,” Brandon responds. “We can go to the store tonight if you have to.”
“No. I have dinner for tonight in the crockpot. You’re more than welcome to join me,” I let him know.
“Not happenin’. I like breathing too much,” he states, an evil smirk on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothin’. Forget I said anythin’ about it,” Brandon returns, walking to his bike as I climb in my car.
Driving to the counselling office, I have the windows down with music playing. I’m not even sure of what I’m listening to right now as the music doesn’t really register with me. parking in the lot, Brandon parks next to me and remains sitting on his bike. I let him know we’ll be here for about an hour before I head to work. He simply looks at me and gives me a nod before I turn around and walk away from him.
It’s cool in the interior of the office. My body is hot as I make my way through the door. I’ll be more than ready for bed when I finally make my way to Killer’s later today. Maybe I can take a nap and then get up and do some schoolwork before settling in with a movie for the night.
“Hi Gwen. It’s good to see you today,” Alicia, the receptionist greets me.
“You too, Alicia. I’m here for Denise again today,” I respond to her.
“She’ll be right out to get you,” Alicia informs me, turning her attention back to the computer in front of her while I sit in one of the chairs.
Picking up a magazine I have no interest in, I flip through the pages until Denise opens the door leading to the offices and conference rooms in the back of the building. Placing it back on the table in front of me, I follow my counselor back to her office. It’s one of the first ones in the hallway so it takes us seconds to get there. While we’re walking, I try to figure out what we’ll talk about today. Denise never goes with the same subject twice in a row. She wants me to think about what we talked about and then we move on to something new. That gives me a week or two in order to process what I’m feeling and thinking about things. It works for me and that’s the only reason we work like this.
“How are you feeling today?” she asks me, sitting down in the chair while I take the one opposite her.
“I’m doing okay. I got a job. Killer isn’t happy about it, but I’m working, and he has no say in my life,” I state, trying really hard to believe the words I’m spewing.
“How is living with him going?” Denise questions.
“It’s okay. We don’t really interact so there really isn’t anything to think or feel about the situation. I mean, I’m happy I’m out of my sister’s house. She doesn’t need me interfering with her life with Fox. Killer does his own thing, even though he thinks he has some sort of say in what I do with my life,” I explain to her.
“How do you feel about Killer? Are you still crushing on him?” she asks me, not letting me shy away from the situation we’ve already talked about.
“Until I get to know another man, I don’t think I’ll get over my crush on him. I’m not even sure what it is about him that draws me to him. It’s not one thing, it’s multiple things if I’m being honest with myself and you. He’ll never feel the same about me, so it’s a lost cause,” I inform her.
“Nothing is ever a lost cause if you don’t go for it. If you feel strongly for Killer, then you need to