Chapter 74 Trauma

Genevieve opened her eyes to the bright light directly above her as the lady's voice filled her head and all the pain she thought she had forgotten came hunting her once more and even more severe. She screamed her lungs out as she closed her eyes in pain.

The psychologist release a deep sigh and went silent for a while before she called out her name.

"Genevieve, you may open your eyes now".

The young lady opened her eyes but the tears never stopped. Her face went red from the intense section she had just gone through. She tried to control herself as she took the box of tissues from the woman that handed it to her.

Ever since she left Meredith, she had not been able to think straight and it had been weighing her down. She couldn't carry out her responsibilities anymore and she had also lost sleep, the appetite for food, and basically everything she lived for.

Her previous encounter with him gave her a trauma. She had to start therapy just to regain her old self. Her thoughts and focus were wrapped around the man that continuously shattered her. No matter how hard she tried he was all she could think about.

Her mum had basically given up on her because she had abandoned her duties. She hadn't been herself ever since he left in the manner he did. The pain she felt every single time his name was mentioned just drove her insane.

Her life practically revolves around him and she knows it. He is her everything and all she lives for. The fact that he knows that she is obsessed with him and has intentionally decided to make her seem like a crazy, creepy freak just makes her detest herself even more. She was depressed.

"Can you hear me?" The patient woman in front of her questioned her as she was quickly awakened from her gaze. She managed a nod.

"We are done for today". Genevieve's eyes didn't leave her face as she spoke.

"Okay".

Her voice was low, and so were her eyes. She was exhausted, she needed a break from this endless pain she felt. She needed him, she needed peace, she needed only him.

Only he can give her the peace she desperately seeks and she knows it deep within. She knows that no therapy can seize this breathtaking pain she feels. She knew she had to eventually find him. She knew that no matter how she tried to stop herself her mind and heart was already made up. Her heart belongs to only him and him alone.

"Try to get some rest miss". The lady spoke as Genevieve stood up from the couch bed. She couldn't hear anything or anyone, the only voice she wanted to hear was his own. His deep, commanding, breathtakingly incredible voice. She only wanted to hear the way he speaks when he is being sarcastic.

She walked out of the room and out of the building as bodyguards awaited her in front of the rolls Royce parked just in front of the building.

"Drive". Her voice was barely heard.