Megan knocked the door once and walked in, finding Selena watching some random youtube videos and she was onto her third cupcake. She closed the door behind, leaning back against it as the young woman paused the video. She took out a small recorder from her waistbelt and said, “The statement, sweetheart. Tell me what happened that night.” She pressed a button, starting the recording and Selena mumbled, not wanting to go through that horror again, “Do I really have to?” Megan approached her, kneeling beside her like she did the first time, “I know why you’re reluctant about all this, Selena. And it’s not fucking right that you never told Cass about your family.” Selena froze, the air feeling suddenly suffocating. “What do you know?” “I told you. I know every single little fucking thing about you, about what you did. And I don’t want her getting involve with a bunch of aggressive lawyers.” Selena lowered her head, “Then don’t take the statement because the moment you issue an official
Cassandra walked back to the living room, sat beside the young artist, observing the vivid colors she was applying on the canvas with the help of a flat tool. She felt her tense beside her, saw her hesitate just for a second before resuming her painting. Colorful trees full of life merged with a delicate sunset. It was mesmerizing, watching her. She covered her knee with her hand, demanding her attention, “Don’t you trust me, Selena?” The tool trembled in her hand and she lowered it down. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, looking at the scraper in her hand, “I do… I really do.” “Then answer me, kitten. Why did you run away from home?” Cassandra caressed her face, gazing into her eyes impassively. Selena chewed on her lower lips, “I…don’t like my parents.” “I need more than that, sweetheart.” She flinched when the doctor pressed her thumb on the corner of her lips, “They’re…lawyers. My dad. My mom. My elder sister. My brother. They’re all lawyers.” No wonder Jeremy was pissed when he
“I’d rather not.” Selena whined, putting on her shirt, running outside after Cassandra, “Please?” “Fine but don’t disturb me.” No sooner did she get in the car that Cassandra was already driving away. Selena rapidly closed the door, secured her seatbelt tightly, unable to speak a thing as the doctor was driving so fast. She glanced at her. God. She loved that look of seriousness on her face. She was so badass. She could already imagine the way Cassandra was probably thinking about how to proceed with her next patient. It was really convenient that her office was just 5 minutes away. The tyres screeched as the car halted in front of the office and as she was unbuckling her seatbelt, she was amazed to see that the doctor was already at the door of the building. She ran after her, catching up, barely noticing the family that was waiting in the main area. Cassandra ordered, shoving on her white coat as she walked in another medical room, “Emma, assist me.” Selena stared at the woman t
Sometimes Charles would step out to answer calls at his desk and he would immediately return by her side and they would spend time, laughing and talking about each pictures. It was kind of fun how the photos in his phone were so bad that it was funny. It made her see a whole new perspective of him. She always thought he looked so uptight but as they had coffee and crackers and discovered new things about each other, she realized how wrong she was. “And this time, I was riding a horse but wrongly attached the saddle—” The wails of a baby interrupted him and she exclaimed, “Wow, that took so long.” He nodded, “Yeah. Eight whole hours.” She stared at him, outrageously saying, “In movies, it happens so fast.” He laughed, subconsciously tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He leaned towards her, brushing his hand against her cheek and only drew back when the door opened and Cassandra walked into her office, looking a bit tired but she had a satisfied smile on her face.
“Oh for God’s sake, for the last time, I’m trying to work you stupid little… adorable beast.” She tried to shake the animal off her laptop and she exasperatedly let her head fall back against the couch as the ragdoll cat got itself even more comfortable. With its size, it covered everything and it was so heavy. And fluffy. Her vision still upside down, she glared at Selena who stood before the stove, wearing only an oversize shirt, “Look at your cat, Selena!” The woman only chuckled as she stir fried the veggies in the pan, “Oh I know that you secretly love it.” She momentarily closed her eyes, feeling the animal rubbing against her chest, cuddling against her. It let out a low purr and it took her all her might not to move right now. Selena turned off the stove gas, arranged the food she cooked on two plates and carried them over to the small table before the couch where the doctor was sitting. She then walked behind the settee, her hand stroking Cassandra’s cheek as she bent, loc
Selena eyed the clock nervously. Bedtime was approaching and she had never been more anxious before. She realized what a coward she was as she furiously applied paint on her canvas. She glanced at Cassandra who was doing the dishes and when the doctor met her eyes, she instantly gulped, looking away.Curiosity picked on her as Cassandra wondered why she was behaving so oddly, “Is everything alright?” “Yes, haha! All is perfecto! You can go to bed now!” She arched an eyebrow, “Go to bed? You don’t want to…” She nervously interrupted, “Of course I want to sleep with you!” Cassandra eyed her in puzzlement as she wiped her wet hands in her vest, “I was going to say watch Frozen since you were insisting so much but… sure, we can go to—” “Yes, yes you can go! I just…uh, need to work on this for a bit. I'm a bit, haha...behind my schedule.” She raised her brush as if to reinforce her point and Cassandra nodded, “Ah… alright. I'm surprise that you do have a schedule. Mmh, goodnight then.” “Y
Selena twirled her fingers around Cassandra’s hair. She was sleeping so peacefully beside her. She traced the shape of her jaw and the doctor moved slightly, softly kissing the tips of her fingers. The latter instinctively held her hand against her cheek, gazing at her for a long second and Selena blushed hard, not knowing what to tell her, “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was so amazing. I feel reborn.” “Mmh, is that so? I didn’t even do half the things I had in mind. I told you, you would beg me to stop, you innocent inexperienced naïve angel.” “...you’re so bad. Stop teasing me already.” She pressed herself into her, seeking her warmth, her legs entangling with hers as they embraced. The sunlight basked their body and they both felt too lazy to move. It seemed perfect... Way too perfect. Cassandra gasped, realization dawning on her. She shifted suddenly as the horrifying thought crossed her mind, “Goddammit, I forgot I need to get to work!” Selena held her tightly sudden
For three hours, she has been sitting before a new canvas, avidly crafting a new painting. She had opened her Outlook while having breakfast and she was surprised at the number of emails that had flooded her inbox. All from various collectors around the world, most of them acknowledging the work she did on the Icarus painting. Rodriguo Gonzalez sure did a fine publicity for her. She had to call him and thank him for that. Eight new commissioned paintings. Damn. It would take her months to complete all of them. She would even gain more recognition. She felt hopeful again. She worked out the colors carefully, mixing them, finding the right combinations. She began applying them, putting pressure where she should. Her hand was steady as she traced the forms that she conjured in her mind, translating the images on the canvas. Cassandra’s work seemed so…stressful as compared to hers…but she was certain that they both feared failure. She feared that the end product didn’t meet her clients