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Therapy - LittleRooster & QueenofWolves

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Malcolm had just got home, he still couldn't believe what just happened. He loved her for fucks sake! He had been seeing Laura for 12 months, he adored her in a way that he had never adored a woman before.

Malcolm was a rather insular and cautious man, he rarely spoke and tended to live in his own mind a fair bit. It seemed to him that the one thing he was good at was taking a beating, he sometimes called himself Pavlov's dog, he kept getting zapped and was rather immune to the hits.

Malcolm was a big guy, tall and well built, he was never very popular and didn't like to socialize very much. Well at all really, he had met Laura on an online dating site, typing on a screen enabled him to get to know people in a way that speaking in person couldn't. He and Laura had an instant bond, yes even online he felt the emotions as did she. They met after a couple of weeks of online chatting and had been together for 12 months, until last night she told him she wanted to see other people.

Those words still reverberated around his head, "See Other People", couldn't she just say he was dumped? What the fuck! He saw it as a break up but to her it was just that, a break, time to see others. He didn't get that, he had always been about finding the one and now at the age of 40 he felt he had done that.

He poured himself a glass of scotch and walked to his bedroom, he tried to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, more than he usually did, he hated to see himself, balding, chubby, no wonder Laura wanted to see others, she was beautiful in every way.

He drank the scotch and went to sleep.

The next day he woke up and did the usual morning duties before going to work, he was a therapist, he sometimes laughed at this as he could help others in need but not himself.

At least he worked for himself, no politics there, he hated office politics, he always ended up someone's butt monkey.

So he looked at his files, he was to see an new client this morning, a young woman, he didn't take details over the phone so he would have to wait and see what kind of issue she wanted to talk about. Her name was Kenna and she was 18.

He opened his laptop and looked at porn sites before she arrived, he quite often would make up little stories about the women posing nude, legs spread wide and pussies held open, they were all romantic stories regardless of the poses they were striking. He realized he was alone again, as per usual and that Laura had taken his only reason to live.

Then his intercom went off, this new client was at the door.
 
Kenna was sick and tired of hearing her parents screaming at her all the time. Even though she was 18, they still treated her like their slave. Her father was above and beyond mentally and emotionally abusive. He constantly berated her about how she needed to lose weight, or how she was always depressed. Truth was, she wasn’t that depressed, she just hated being around him. At her minimum wage job, it wasn’t like she could move out. At least she was able to go to college and work towards getting her degree. The moment she received that degree, she was out from under him.

Kenna didn’t really get a choice in having to go see someone though. Her mother demanded that she go and talk to someone. Maybe her mother realized what her father was doing to her. Regardless of the reasoning, her mother found her someone. So off she was to go talk to a shrink about her problems. She didn’t think it’d be nearly as bad as she thought though. It would actually probably help her gain some self-esteem.

After a half hour of searching and getting lost, Kenna finally found the office. Heaving a sigh of relief, she made her way to the door. When she tried to open it, it refused and she saw the buzzer sitting there. With a shrug, she buzzed the door and waited for it to allow her entrance. As she entered the office, she saw her counselor and smiled brightly. Along with her pretty smile, her hazel eyes sparkled with delight. Sitting before him, she smoothed her shoulder length brown hair. “Hello sir, I’m Kenna. I had an appointment with you today.”
 
Malcolm waited for Kenna to enter and as she walked into his office, he was immediately taken by her appearance and bright hazel eyes. She seemed so young to be seeing a therapist, he wondered what her problem may have been, boys probably, he decided still feeling jaded over his broken relationship.

He stood up and greeted her, "ahhh Kenna, so nice to meet you. Why don't you take a seat. Firstly I just want to tell you that even though your mother wanted you to see me that everything is still confidential, I will not tell her anything OK so don't worry about that. Secondly I would like to get to know you a little bit, start by telling me what you hope to get from counselling and also tell me what kind of problems you are having or if you feel you aren't having any issues tell me what problems your mother thinks you are having. And please take a seat or lie on the couch there and I will listen and take some notes while you answer the questions" he said to her.
 
Kenna felt a little dwarfed by her therapist. He was tall than her small frame and she had to look up at him. Gently, she grasped his hand and shook it. Once she was sitting, she looked over the man before. He wasn’t exactly unattractive, but he also was much older than she was. He wasn’t generally her type but she could find things she’d like about him. His eyes seemed kind and that just drew her in.

Kenna heaved a sigh and shrugged lightly. “I know it’s at least confidential, I’m 18 and I’d have to give permission.” After a pause she decided it was necessary. “Which I absolutely don’t.” Again, she shrugged in response to his questions. “My names Kenna, I’m 18, my mom thinks I’m depressed. I think I might be a little depressed. My dad doesn’t always say the nicest things to us. Sometimes he gets a little out of hand and hits us. I guess I hope I could get some confidence and strength in myself? I don’t really know.” She crossed her legs before him and tried to think what she was ready to say to him. “I’m not really liked at my school. Boys never pay any attention to me at all, and the girls tend to be rather mean and nasty. I don’t even want a boyfriend, I just want some friends. Is that a lot to ask for?” She was frustrated that much was clear.
 
Malcolm nodded as Kenna started to open up, he could see she was cynical, someone who had taken some beatings herself and now believed that no one was on her side. As she spoke more he realized indeed that she had been slammed her whole life and now was no doubt feeling quite empty and dead like there was no longer a purpose to any of this.

She crossed her legs in a way that was quite ordinary and yet to Malcolm it was sexual, Malcolm took a moment to think of all the things that were sexual to men and yet to women were just normal mannerisms.

He focused back on this young beautiful lady.

"Kenna, why do you think boys don't like you? Do you think girls are nasty to you because they feel challenged by you? And tell me more about your father, what does he say and do exactly?" he asked her hoping she would open up a little more.

"I know you must feel quite alone, but I assure you, you're not" he added.
 
Kenna felt really comfort with her therapist, like she could talk about anything. She just spilled everything she had out to him. He listened with attention and care.
Finally, Kenna went quiet and watched her therapist. He was silent for a while, mulling things over probably. He was probably trying to think how to help her. There was no true way he could help her till she was out of her horrible home.

Kenna lightly shrugged her shoulders to his question. “Mostly because they don’t’ talk to me. They always seem to avoid me. I don’t know, I’ve never challenged a girl before. I generally leave them alone and they just seem so angry at me all the time.” Roughly, she ran her hand through her hair as she thought about her father. “He degrades me. He tells me I’m a bitch, a cunt, he tells me I’m fat, that I’m an idiot and I’ll never amount to anything. He’s hit me a few times.”

Kenna weakly smiled at her therapist as he made sure she knew she wasn’t alone. Shifting around in her seat, she sighed.
 
Malcolm smiled warmly and with understanding as Kenna continued to explain her situation, he related to the young woman and hoped he could help her. He also started feeling the first signs of temptation, of abusing his power with her, he had always played by the book and received nothing but beat downs in return. He felt that perhaps if he was going to start being more of a prick then perhaps this Kenna who was so used to being treated like crap would be the one to experiment on, certainly if she tried going to her father he would just laugh at her and disbelieve her. He let the thought wander to the back of his mind to be taken up at a later date.

"Your father shouldn't degrade you like that, he is wrong to do so, do you think that he is trying to prepare you for something? Trying to toughen you up for life? Sometimes parents can fuck up like that" he started to explain purposely swearing so that Kenna knew that he was laid back and not talking down to her.

"Sorry, but I am a straight talker, I won't bullshit you around here Kenna, without condoning what your father is doing to you I think that is important we look at reasons why he might be doing it, do you think he has problems of his own or that he might in fact be the one who will never amount to anything? I don't think you are fat either, we will talk about your friends and how they treat you soon but lets discuss your body as well, tell me what you think about it" he said hoping this would also set the door open for abuse in the future.
 
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