Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 134 & 135 Sober, Sad, and Single/Welcome To The Jungle

*Trisha*

I'm fucked. I have spent most of the morning calling around to get an appointment somewhere, anywhere, for a counselor to see me about my driving issue. Evan is taking this seriously and expects me to have an appointment scheduled by the end of the day, or he is going to tell Nate how I'm struggling. That is the LAST thing I want. Nate is already overly stressed out. He doesn't need me to pile my shit on him.

I've had no luck so far. I had a feeling this would happen. I remember months ago when Nate had me find a doctor for Julia; they were all booked out six months to a year. I need an appointment now. I'm not getting better. I'm getting worse. I'm waking up in the middle of the night from these nightmares about the accident. It barely affected me. The only person it affected long term was James...and of course, Malcome Jones, rest in peace.

I have no other option. I have to call The Avalon.

To my surprise, even though The Avalon is such a big facility, there are only four real psychiatrists employed there at this time. The rest are nurses, security guards, and other staff needed to run a detox and mental health care institute. The first floor houses the full-time patients as well as the people who come in to detox. It is also where the four psychiatrists' offices are, the cafeteria, the large rooms for the sessions, and the rec room. One wing that is off limits to all patients and most staff is the wing where the family housing is. The apartments, like Julia and Jeremy's. The second and third floor are where the sleep labs, pharmacy, laundry room, gym, and other offices are located.  

The three psychiatrists are Dr. Katherine Cohen, Jeremy Donovan, and the newer guy, Trevor Tremont. The fourth is a woman doctor, Deb Porvella, who not only is no longer taking new patients but also out on maternity leave for three months. From what Nate has told me, Trevor is only here and hired through Donovan for Julia.

This leaves me with Dr. Cohen or Dr. Donovan to choose from. My choices are slim. A woman I do not trust for a second with anything I say, an evil serpent of a woman who mainly deals with detox patients. A woman who has taken it upon herself to make Julia's life hell, taken advantage of Nate's money with her absurd charges and fines against Moretti, knowing full well who would pay for it, or Jeremy. A rapist. An unbelievably intelligent, sharp, ingenious rapist.

My choice is then narrowed down against my better judgment when I call the Avalon receptionist to schedule an appointment.

Here I am in Nate's studio after a meeting with Richard, making a fucking appointment at the Avalon. Evan is by my side on the couch, pretty much dialing the fucking number for me so I get seen. I can almost feel the color drain from my face when the Avalon receptionist informs me neither doctor has any current openings.

"Oh, wait." The friendly voice pauses. "It looks like Dr. Donovan had a cancellation. But it's for eleven this morning."

Eleven? I look down at my phone. It's already ten thirty. Shit. Can we make it to The Avalon in time?

"Fine. I'll take it." I cringe at the thought of sitting down with Jeremy. Telling him my issues. I've done this before. Granted, it was a setup, but it became real in a short time. And then, the guy made a fucking move on me. He kissed me. And I fucking kissed him back.  I don't even know why!! Something about Jeremy. He holds this charisma with him. Like Trevor, he is a very good-looking man, but it's more than that. Donovan makes you feel comfortable. You let your guard down easily when with him, that much I remember. He's just as much of a serpent as Cohen, though. Jeremy played the game. Not only is he a good kisser, but he was the one to back away. Back away and apologize. And it fucking felt genuine in the moment. This, of course, is before we learned about his split personality and the monster that was running wild in his body at the time.