Gemotions

The scent of lavender, which was meant to be calming, made Frank’s stomach churn. The receptionist called his name. He was meant to see a Dr. Claire Bennett. The name triggered a memory. Claire Bennett. He'd done his best to forget her. The girl who had made his school life a living hell.

He found himself fighting to keep from retching. The idea of opening up to her was revolting. He had found someone he could talk to, someone he could trust and it was the one person he hated more than anything.

He had come to this clinic because he needed help. He would have to open up to her. He walked to the office.