My Bright Light

Chapter 37

I feel pain in my stomach and I immediately pull away from Adrian. He looks at me confused, I run to the bathroom and puke again. I didn't even know what I was puking. I only ate a donut and cereal. Literally. But it hurt and I kept puking in the toilet. Adrian joined me in the bathroom and held up my hair. He started rubbing my back soothingly. After I was done throwing up I stood up and wiped my mouth with napkins. My legs were weak so I sat down on the bathroom floor again. I leaned my shoulder against the wall and Adrian sat next to me. He pulled me close and put his arms around my torso.

It felt really hot and I started sweating. But I was too tired to care to be honest. I have no idea what's wrong with me. But it felt good to finally be in Adrian's arms. He's my favorite person in the whole wide world. "You're so stupid." I lean in closer to Adrian. "I know baby I'm so sorry." He whispers while kissing the top of my head. "You are my favorite person Adrian. Don't ever think I would replace you. I've lost trust in men a long time ago. You are the only one I trust. You and your chipmunks." I chuckle but immediately stop when it hurts my stomach. "You are my favorite person too. You are like the only person I can tolerate." Adrian laughed breathly.

After a few exhausting minutes I drifted away in Adrian's arms.

Adrian's pov*

She fell asleep in my arms. I just wanted to watch her but the floor was too harsh and I had to put her in bed. She is sweating like she's been running a marathon. I lifted up her sweater to see if she had anything under and she did so I took it off for her. She groaned and hugged herself.

I put her in bed, put on the AC and pulled the duvet over us and I snuggled up close to her.

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I wake up to Amelia whimpering and crying in my arms. She gets panic attacks a lot and I help her with them. I tried convincing her to do therapy but she instantly refused. I don't know why but she seems to cower away in the mention of any doctor.

"Baby wake up its a dream." I whisper as I sat her up. She snaps out of whatever memory she's having and breathes deeply. I pull her close and she calms down.

She sleeps a lot. I'm no doctor but I know she has severe depression. I asked our mafia doctor and he said there is a huge chance she's suffering depression.

"Amelia, you need to start therapy."

"No! I'm okay. Everything is okay Adrian. Everything is fine. I told you, I'm just fine." She nods violently.

"Just 4 times a week. For three weeks. And if you think they aren't working you can stop. Amelia you need this." I look at her and she sighs defeatedly.

"If the doctor isn't nice I'm killing them." She narrows her eyes at me and I nod.

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Two days after

Amelia's pov*

"How are you Amelia." Dr. Willson asks with a warm smile.

"I'm okay." I mumble while fidgeting with my hands. I tend to do that when I feel awkward with myself or nervous.

"If any of the questions I ask makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and we can skip it and answer it later. It's totally fine to speak to me. I won't tell anyone and this isn't intended to make you feel uncomfortable in any way." She smiles reassuringly.

I nod, returning her smile with a small one.

"Okay Amelia, when did you start having panic attacks?" She asks.

Oh so we are already in deep.

"After..." God how do I word this?

"Like 3 months ago." I nod my head, satisfied with my answer.