Another week has passed since I first started working for Val. The constant glares from the workers and receptionist, on the ground floor, were a reminder that I still wasn't welcome in the office.

Adrian and his team, basically all the people on Adrian's floor were nice. I even made some friends.

And of course, Mason, that guy was something else. I couldn't help but be glad that he was there. If he saw someone glaring, at me, he would glare right back at them tenfold.

My stomach churned with warmth, in a good way, and it only intensified when I thought about Val. About how he wanted to fire everyone who was glaring and badmouthing me and how he was so nice.

Why was I such a mess? I can't get involved with a guy especially not now. Not Mason and definitely not Val!

And I still needed to figure out what Oli and Val were hiding from me.

But I would figure that out later, right now, there was something else I need to worry about.

The therapist!

Today was my first therapy session and I was anxiously eating cookies in the waiting room. When I reached for my fourth cookie a lady came in and told me Ms Brown was waiting for me.

I got up and patted my shirt. Come on, let's get over with this.

With that I let the lady guide me to a room.

"Ms Brown is waiting for you. I will leave then."

"Thank you." With a last smile she left.

Not bothering to knock I just turned the doorknob.

What was the point of knocking, if she was already waiting for me?

As soon as the door opened I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face.

"Ms Violet, are you alright?"

I try to get up. "Duckballs! With an 'i', of course."

"Uh? What, Ms Violet?"

"Insert the 'i' in place of 'u'. I don't like cussing." I tell her finally getting up and look at her.

By her confused face I won't even be surprised if by the end of this session she ends up needing a therapist for herself.

Like imagine a headline along the lines: A therapy session gone wrong! The therapist needs therapy after getting into the mind of a crazy weirdo.

She just wrote something in her notebook. "I am Valentina Brown. I would like to tell you that whatever you say, no matter how bad it is, stays between us and in this room. Either that is about someone you know is involved in the mafia or a murder you have committed. I know you have signed the documents but I just wanted to let you know. You are my only responsibility. And I have given therapy to many other people involved in the mafia, in the past."

"Um, okay." I rubbed my neck nervously which she didn't miss.

"Can you introduce yourself?"

"Sure. Um, you already know my name. It's Vivianna. And um- Vivianna Violet, to be exact. And uh, uh, um I am here for... therapy?" I blabbered, not knowing what else to say.

She chuckled. "Okay. Would you like to sit down?" I nodded and sat down on a sofa. She settled herself across from me.

She took a file, setting her notepad and pen on the armrest of the sofa. "So, Vivianna from your file I come to the conclusion that your nightmares started again after a long time since you visited your last therapist. And you believe it was because of your ex boyfriend. Did I get everything right?"

"Yeah." She nodded and closed the file.

"Why do you believe it was because of your ex boyfriend?"

"Ex soon to be husband, actually." I corrected. "And because I first had the same nightmares when I left him, a little more than 3 years ago. And now that he is back they are back."

"Okay, so let's talk about the nightmare."

I nodded my head. "Um, there was always a dark room and I was always worried about my kids and I started shouting at them. Even when Aaron hadn't been born, I would just shout for him to come to me. And then there would be this light coming from the end of the hallway. Which would result in me walking- more like running over to it."

My hands started sweating as I remembered the person. "And then there was this person who was always shouting for help. Repeating 'Help me!' Again and again. I want to move. I want to help but I can't. And it always ends with them locking their brown eyes with mine and saying help me before they get shot."

"Do you need water?" She asked looking at my shaken up state and gave it to me when I nodded. "Okay, so maybe it's a event from your past? And perhaps you forgot about it? Your ex boyfriend is involved in mafia, right? Maybe you saw him kill someone and you couldn't help them."

"How can I not remember about something like this?"

"Did you have any accident?" I shook my head. "Okay, we will figure that out later. For now, let's go back to the past. You left him more than three years ago. So, when did you meet him?"

"Oh, a year before that. Basically, more than four years ago."

She noted something. "Okay. What was your age then?"

"Eighteen. I had recently completed my business degree and I went to Valentino's company, Morte Inc., to give my interview. That's when I met him."

"We will talk about Mr Morte in our second session. For now, tell me about your past. Did you live with your parents? Any family issues?"

"Um, I lived with my father. My bother had left for higher studies to some other state. In my siblings I was only close to him. I didn't really like my other sister." My face scrunched up.

"What about your mother? Dead? Alive?"

I glared at nothing in particular as I remembered her face. "She left my dad. She found some other guy. And my sister, Annabella, left with her. My brother wasn't present during that time, so he didn't have to choose, but we all know if he did he would choose my dad."

"Why exactly didn't you choose your mother?"

"She cheated on him while we, me and my dad, left for a wedding. Annabella was staying over at her friend's. That wasn't the end of it, because they both bought that house we were living in. She wanted half of everything, even dad's monthly salary. My dad agreed with that, just because he didn't want us to hate her. That daughter of a dying rat, didn't even stop asking for money, even when she married someone else. It's amazing how she was the cheater in this relationship and still getting all the advantages."

I faintly remember how excited we were that we made it come early only to find her moaning and doing what not. I literally vomited my guts out because of the noise.

And Annabella still choosed her over dad.

The therapist leaned over and patted my shoulder. "We still have a good half an hour. Tell me about your father."

"He always thought about us before himself. I can only understand it after having Oli and Aaron. I inherited his non-existent cooking skills."

"You had twins?"

"No. Oli is my adopted child."

"Tell me about how you adopted her."

"I met her and her mother while running away from Val. I didn't stay in a state or even town for more than two months. I met them in a small town where they were visiting Oli's grandmother from her mom's side.

I loved Oli. Her mother, who became a friend quickly, told me they were leaving for New York and I should come along because they had a house ready-for-sale just beside their house." I smiled as I remembered her mother.

"I agreed and settled down in New York. It was time to move away again. Two nights before I had decided to move I got the news that Oli's mom had an accident and chances of her making it were null. She died after a few hours of the surgery. Oli wouldn't stop crying. She had nightmares about it. I made her sleep with me, in my house.

Her father was- is a drug addict and didn't want anything to do with her. Heck, that guy can't even remember her name. Her grandmother from mother's side was old and couldn't keep her. So, I legally adopted her. Well, no one seemed interested in her until recently the lawyer came to our house, telling us that her mother's house was to be transferred to Oli when she was of age. Her uncle, that I or she didn't even know existed until recently, dropped her off after her to her biological grandma."

All these ducks just cared about the money.

She noted something down on her notepad. "Okay, Ms Violet. We will continue this in your next session. A little heads up during your next session we will talk about your past. About how you met Mr Morte and how everything began."

I smiled at her. "Call me Vivianna."

"Only if you call me Valentina in return, Vivianna." She shot me a small smile as well and I just nodded my head, chuckling.

Well, from someone who thought their therapist would need therapy after this to someone who is on a first-name basis with their therapist - I sure did travel a long way.

I can say this went better than I expected...

Okay, the next update will probably be after Christmas.

So, Merry Christmas to everyone in advance and bye bitches see y'all later alligators!