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

I feel like I am about to have a panic attack being here. A nurse escorts us down to Jeremy's office where we wait for him. Evan is in complete bodyguard mode. Tense with eyes that dart around and laser sharp focus. I've always wondered how both him and Paul can turn on and off this mode so easily.

"Do I sit on the couch, I guess?" I ask Evan who shrugs without saying a word. Yep, just like Paul, bodyguard mode. I decide to sit down on the leather couch and look around the immaculate office. Donovan for sure is a clean freak like Nate. Maybe even in a compulsive way. Every single object in the room is perfect. The books on the shelve in alphabetical order. His desk is bare with no clutter to it. Even the chairs align perfectly across from each other with the couch in the middle. Like he fucking measured to make sure they were even.

When the office door opens, Jeremy looks up with complete surprise to see me.

"Trisha?" His eyes dart from me to Evan and back to me before closing the door. "I- uh..."

I watch the doctor look down at a lone sticky note left on his desk, obviously making him aware of the cancellation and my appointment. He stares at the small square piece of paper and loosens his tie a little, swallow hard like he is nervous. Join the club asshole.

"Ok..." Jeremy furrows his brows and takes a deep inhale before grabbing a notebook and pen. "Sorry. I wasn't aware of the change in schedule. I don't have a chart made up for you yet. Anyway. Hi."

Jeremy doesn't sit down on the couch next to me. Instead he sits in one of the leather chairs and balances his ankle on his knee, using his leg as a table to lean his notebook on. I say nothing, unsure where to begin and watch him write on the paper for a moment before looking up at me.

"What brings you here today, Miss Banks?" Jeremy goes right into doctor mode.

"I.." I suddenly have an uneasy feeling in my stomach, unable to begin, and look over at Evan. "Actually, you know what? I'm fine. This was a mistake."

Evan glares at me from the doorway where he is standing and crosses his arms, clearly mad at me for chickening out.

"Trisha..." Jeremy says in a warm tone. "You can talk to me. Whatever you say is completely confidential."

"I don't know where to start." I admit in a small voice.

 "I understand. Let's start from the beginning. What made you decide to make this appointment today?" He adjusts his glasses and waits patiently for me.

"This dipshit made me." I scowl at Evan. Jeremy turns around to look at the bodyguard and then back at me. Evan says absolutely nothing. He is of no help to me.

"Ok. Why?"

I freeze up. Why the hell am I having such a hard time? Is it because it's Jeremy or because it's therapy? I can't seem to come up with an answer all of a sudden.

"Hey, take a deep breath, ok?" Jeremy leans over slightly and pats my hand that grips my knee from being so tense.

"No touching." Scofield snaps like Paul and takes a step closer.

"Right." Jeremy sighs. I can tell he has always been a very compassionate doctor. Touch being one way to calm a person down. But it's not something any other doctor does. That's what makes him different. As inappropriate as it is to pat a patient's hand, the small gesture does relax me a bit. I hate that. Remember who he is. A rapist.

Yeah so wasn't Dave and yet I'm still in contact with him.

Jeremy takes a moment to think and then looks at me like a lightbulb went on in his head.