eyes.
“The why is that you refuse to acknowledge the past and how it affects who you are. You block it, as a self-protection mechanism, even though it’s not protecting you at all.”
“I don’t know what you mean”
Dr. Evan pushes his hand through his hair. “Willow, your accident with your mother. You blame yourself, when by all accounts of the car accident, it was purely an accident in which you survived and your mother did not. In fact, she most likely saved you by getting you out of that car. You blame yourself for the attack in the alley, and how your father came to your aid through the legal system with the plea deal to make it all go away. Again, it was not your fault. You protected yourself and got carried away at the closed proceedings that prompted this therapy.” He points back and forth between us. “Your blame is misplaced, and you will have hard situations coming your way that you will need to be able to navigate through without self-sabotage. This is why regressive therapy is a good option, but you have to be open to it.”
My collar is wet. I touch my cheek, and my face is wet. Shit, I’m crying.
“You’re angry, and rightly so. You need to be able to release this anger and not implode.”
That’s a first. Dr. Bauche wanted me to adjust the focus on the positive, the future, blah blah blah. Dr. Evan the past?
“What, like join martial arts or something?” I shrug.
“Sure, or something.” Dr. Evan’s eyes shimmer.
I look away because I don’t want to acknowledge him, sitting casually in the chair across from the chaise.
“Willow?” He smiles. “You’re more capable than you know. Deep down, you have… a magick inside you that you’ve tucked away. That needs release. It’s a connection to who you are and what you are capable of.”
Dr. Evan is now sitting next to me.
“What, like yin and yang?”
He nods. “How about we get started this session. Are you open to this?”
I scoot back so my back is flush with the chaise. “I dunno. I have to be back for a family dinner thing. Will this be longer than our scheduled time?” I look at the small clock on the side table next to his chair and see I have less than half an hour left.
Dr. Evan’s face changes. It’s unreadable. He no longer looks sympathetic. Now he looks more stoned over and a bit angry. Why does it matter to me if he’s angry?
“What do I have to do?” I look down at my feet.
“You need to be open-minded and allow me to put you under hypnosis. Your subconscious will walk you through the past for you to understand those events better.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“No, not at all. Typically, you’ll feel refreshed afterward.”
“My father is aware, you said?”
He nods in confirmation.
“Okay, then let’s get started.”
Dr. Evan stands up and takes something out of his pocket, then pushes the chair closer to the chaise. I put my hands under my legs to steady myself. He’s rocking a flower pendant in his hand and holds its chain loosely. Looking at it closely, I realize it isn’t a flower. It’s an intricate design of wrapping loops and circles, and it has that familiar feeling.
“What is that design?” I ask.
“It’s call a Triquetra, the balance of the mind, body and spirit. A Celtic symbol.”
I repeat, Triquetra and feel a tingle in my leg like it’s falling asleep. I squirm to adjust how I’m sitting.
He begins swinging the pendant. It shimmers under the lights and follows a path of its curving design, where the three like petals intersect and are connected by a circle.
“I want you to listen carefully to my voice and relax, Willow. This is a place of safety.”
My shoulders dip and my body sways. I watch the silver pendant swing back and forth, back and forth.
“Count with me—”
“One, two, three, four…”
Chapter Four
A t home, I sit in the kitchen at the nook, holding my warm cup of tea. Staring out the windows, I feel at ease but sad for some reason. How
“The why is that you refuse to acknowledge the past and how it affects who you are. You block it, as a self-protection mechanism, even though it’s not protecting you at all.”
“I don’t know what you mean”
Dr. Evan pushes his hand through his hair. “Willow, your accident with your mother. You blame yourself, when by all accounts of the car accident, it was purely an accident in which you survived and your mother did not. In fact, she most likely saved you by getting you out of that car. You blame yourself for the attack in the alley, and how your father came to your aid through the legal system with the plea deal to make it all go away. Again, it was not your fault. You protected yourself and got carried away at the closed proceedings that prompted this therapy.” He points back and forth between us. “Your blame is misplaced, and you will have hard situations coming your way that you will need to be able to navigate through without self-sabotage. This is why regressive therapy is a good option, but you have to be open to it.”
My collar is wet. I touch my cheek, and my face is wet. Shit, I’m crying.
“You’re angry, and rightly so. You need to be able to release this anger and not implode.”
That’s a first. Dr. Bauche wanted me to adjust the focus on the positive, the future, blah blah blah. Dr. Evan the past?
“What, like join martial arts or something?” I shrug.
“Sure, or something.” Dr. Evan’s eyes shimmer.
I look away because I don’t want to acknowledge him, sitting casually in the chair across from the chaise.
“Willow?” He smiles. “You’re more capable than you know. Deep down, you have… a magick inside you that you’ve tucked away. That needs release. It’s a connection to who you are and what you are capable of.”
Dr. Evan is now sitting next to me.
“What, like yin and yang?”
He nods. “How about we get started this session. Are you open to this?”
I scoot back so my back is flush with the chaise. “I dunno. I have to be back for a family dinner thing. Will this be longer than our scheduled time?” I look at the small clock on the side table next to his chair and see I have less than half an hour left.
Dr. Evan’s face changes. It’s unreadable. He no longer looks sympathetic. Now he looks more stoned over and a bit angry. Why does it matter to me if he’s angry?
“What do I have to do?” I look down at my feet.
“You need to be open-minded and allow me to put you under hypnosis. Your subconscious will walk you through the past for you to understand those events better.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“No, not at all. Typically, you’ll feel refreshed afterward.”
“My father is aware, you said?”
He nods in confirmation.
“Okay, then let’s get started.”
Dr. Evan stands up and takes something out of his pocket, then pushes the chair closer to the chaise. I put my hands under my legs to steady myself. He’s rocking a flower pendant in his hand and holds its chain loosely. Looking at it closely, I realize it isn’t a flower. It’s an intricate design of wrapping loops and circles, and it has that familiar feeling.
“What is that design?” I ask.
“It’s call a Triquetra, the balance of the mind, body and spirit. A Celtic symbol.”
I repeat, Triquetra and feel a tingle in my leg like it’s falling asleep. I squirm to adjust how I’m sitting.
He begins swinging the pendant. It shimmers under the lights and follows a path of its curving design, where the three like petals intersect and are connected by a circle.
“I want you to listen carefully to my voice and relax, Willow. This is a place of safety.”
My shoulders dip and my body sways. I watch the silver pendant swing back and forth, back and forth.
“Count with me—”
“One, two, three, four…”
Chapter Four
A t home, I sit in the kitchen at the nook, holding my warm cup of tea. Staring out the windows, I feel at ease but sad for some reason. How
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