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friend. I think about how terrified she must have been when she found me on the bathroom floor. I open the text and write a quick reply saying that I am fine and thanking her for everything that she has done. I promise to talk things through with her when I get home.
     
    Just as I hit send there’s a knock at the door. I throw the phone back in my bag quickly, but before I get a chance to say ‘come in’ the door opens and my heart leaps out of chest and lands face down on the tiled floor.

Chapter Two
    Holy crap on a stick. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I am in heaven.
     
    Standing in front of me is the most beautiful angel I have ever seen in my life. All my senses switch to high alert and I start to feel a tingle all over. He has dark ear length hair and the most captivating blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. He is wearing a grey suit trousers and a crisp white shirt with the top button open. I lick my lips as he walks in and shuts the door behind him. When he turns back around I see his toned arms flex against his shirt, straining the material. He is the epitome of handsome. I glance at his hand to see if he is wearing a wedding ring, which he isn’t and I beam inside.
     
    Don’t be so pathetic. You’re not in a nightclub on the pull.
     
    I smile as he walks towards the bed, my smile fading as I notice his face devoid of any emotion. I watch him take a deep breath like he is readying himself to give me some bad news.
    “Hello Miss Riley, my name is Doctor Harmon. I am the hospital’s on call psychiatrist.” Oh my God, he has an American rasp to his voice and it is sexy as hell. “I would like to ask you a few questions about what happened last night, if that’s okay with you?” His tone is gentle, like he is talking to a toddler, I know it has to be a part of his job but it makes me feel small. I am certainly not open to discussion about what happened, especially not with this man. I mean he is hot, he probably already thinks I am a total head case.
     
    You are a total head case Isabelle.
     
    I suddenly realise I must look a right mess, I haven’t even looked in a mirror since last night, I can only imagine how frightening I look. I look up at him and realise he is watching me closely. Damn, he is hot. I wonder what he looks like under that suit . I shake my head trying to get my mind from out of the gutter. I start to open my mouth, because let’s face it, they won’t let me go home unless I speak to him and if I sit here like a mute they will probably section me.
    “I am not really sure what you want me to say,” I start. “To be honest, I don’t really know why I did it. It just happened.” I sigh.
    “Isabelle, please just start at the beginning. I know it can be hard to talk about these things, especially when they’re so raw but I am not here to judge you, I am here to help you.” God he sounds so sexy when he says my name like that. I don’t think I heard anything that he said after my name.
    “You are not the first person and you unfortunately won’t be the last to feel like this Isabelle.” Oh there it is again “But if you open up to me we can try to fix this. I think you need some counselling for your issues. I don’t want to see you in here like this again.” I sigh, how many counsellors have I actually been to and how many more of them do I need to go to before they write me off completely and send me to the loony bin! I can’t see any light at the end of this uneventful tunnel that my life has gone down.
    “I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
     
    Put the big girl knickers on Izzy and don’t let him see you cry.
     
    “I don’t understand why I feel like this. I mean some days I am great, I forget all my problems and I am just a happy normal girl. This can go on for weeks, but then, out of the blue, I just shut down. Nothing seems to trigger it. I guess I do need some help. I don’t want to hurt my father and friends any more than I already have.” I feel so