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

It was all supposed to be an act. But it wasn't.

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"I'm sorry. I'm such a fucking mess." I say, and Jeremy leans down close to my ear, sending chills down my spine, chills I wish I didn't feel because of his attractiveness.

"You're not a mess, Trisha. You've been through a great deal. It's ok to cry. You never have to apologize for that. I think we should set up some more sessions if that's ok with you. You have a lot going on and a lot to sift through before you can heal."

I nod and back away. We gaze at each other, and I am suddenly off my game. He leans in slowly and puts his hand on my cheek, and I don't back away like I probably should have. Instead, he kisses me, and I kiss him back.

Ok. There is something very wrong with me. Because my whole body is on fire. He's a damn good kisser, and I feel it. Jeremy breaks our kiss and rests his forehead on mine.

"We can't, Trisha."

"I know..."

But then we kiss again. Like, really kiss and I regret ever giving him a chance in the first place because he is such a good kisser and is pulling me in a little.

"We really can't..." Jeremy says, but kisses down my neck before finally backing away. Shit. I felt that. I try to snap myself out of it.

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"You need to be in the room with me, Evan. At all times." I demand while packing up my computer bag and rushing to get out of the studio so I can make the appointment on time. "You don't know what he's like. And I can't tell you certain things. Legally." I say legally, though this was not part of any trial.  This was before Jeremy raped Julia in room 460. Before Julia pressed charges against him. I lied, mainly because I don't know what I can and can't say, and don't want to incriminate anyone. I also lied because I don't want Evan to know I was an idiot who, for a moment, fell for my doctor instead of sticking with the plan.

I begin to fidget with my hands in the car. Something that reminds me of Julia. I have no time to think about it or prepare myself for this appointment in any way. Because of that, I feel overly anxious.

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*James*

I know it's not my job, but I feel drawn to check in on Cara from time to time. Nate's sister may pretend she doesn't like getting visitors, but she's desperate for attention. Not mine. Her brother's.

I can't fill that void, but I can at least be there for her. Dr. Tremont approves of my visits with Cara, even though I'm not sure patients are allowed in each other's rooms. I'm pretty sure I'm breaking rules. But if Trevor says it's ok, then it must be, for me at least.

"Christ, what happened in here?!" I snicker while looking around Cara's room. Her home. Where she spends the majority of her downtime. Mainly because, when she goes into the rec room she ends up getting into fights with other patients. She doesn't know how to control her moods. Some of that is from her mental illnesses, some I think is just because she's a Hollan.

I see a LOT of Nate in Cara. Good and bad. Not just her stunning looks. The bright blue eyes they both share and perfect facial features that the cameras love are just some of their similarities. Her cackle is just as loud and addictive as her brother's, along with her British accent. Cara's mood swings and impulsiveness also mirror Nate.

Unsure what the girl's problem was today but she tore apart her room. Every dresser drawer is open. Every article of clothing strews all over the place. I'm of no help since my hands are shit. Without invitation, I walk into Cara's room with Trevor who sits at the desk. I clumsily pull a chair over to her bed.