Holding on to you

Not just any old doctor

Yeah, I don't think that that would go down too well with the good doctor. She'd probably have me committed to the nearest psych ward, and then that would be even crazier because Killian would take down everyone in his way in order to get back his precious, 'Red'. So, I decided to tell her parts of the truth.

"We go to the same school, we ran in different circles but I needed help with something one day and he was the only one that could do it."

She smiled again, scribbling away in her little book.

"And your parents, are they happy about you being married at such a young age?"

Now how do I answer that?

"No, not really, but they love me and accepted my choice."

Like hell, they did.

My parents would snatch me the first change the got, but the good doctor didn't need to know that bit.

"Ok, how does that make you feel? Your parents must have been a little hurt, you're only eighteen, a baby in their eyes, with your entire life ahead of you. How do you think they must have felt? Do you think that they felt like you chose him over them?"

What the hell is with this woman and her loaded questions? Why can't she ask a simple question, like 'what is your favourite colour?' I was so thrown by her questions that I stuttered.

"I-I um, I-I...I don't know."

I don't choose Killian over my family, did I?

The realisation that I did do exactly that dawned on me, and I felt tears prickled at me eyes.

"Oh my god!"

I know that my parents kept things from me that hurt me, and completely shattered my trust in them, but they're still my parents and I did love them. Maybe instead of pushing them away when I was in hospital the first time, I should have taken the time to talk to them, explained how I felt, but instead, I pushed them away and chose Killian over them.

The doctor handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes with it.

"It's ok, Ruby, I didn't mean to make you cry, but this is a good thing, it means that you're willing to open up and let this therapy help you. Some people take weeks or months before they even reveal this much of themselves to m―."

"Why the f**k are you crying?!"

The door was opened up to reveal a very much pissed off Killian. Dr. Brooks turned at the sound of his voice and gasped, she stood so quickly, her book and pen fell to the floor. Her eyes were wide with shock as she stared at Killian.

A flicker of recognition passed over his features before he schooled it and walked over to me. The good doctor watched confusion and fear on her face.

Killian stoop in front of me, he took my hands in his and caressed them in a calming motion. The tissue was removed from my hand and he took it and wiped my eyes.

"Shh, just tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

His words were so tender, but then he turned and glared at the doctor,

"Or kill it."

She gasped again, taking a step back. Her eyes going wildly between us and the door that was still open. Killian followed her eyes then got up and walked over to the door, he closed it then turned the lock in place.

I didn't know what was going on, but his behaviour was scaring me. I got up from the sofa and walked over to him, I wanted to know what the hell was going on.