If you haven't read part one then part two will make little or no sense. This one goes out to chrisomes who especially signed up on literotica to contact me. Thank you so much.
I know you have been waiting a while, hopefully this was worth the wait. I want to thank my editors Cassy and LaRascasse, you guys make some of my crazier ideas make sense and the less crazy ones a bit more fun.
There is drug use in this part and I have no experience with drugs, so if I made some mistakes, I am sorry. I tried and did some research, but even research leaves gaps.
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SAbitch
"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares." -- Henri Nouwen
Chapter Eleven July 2006
The next day Devon woke Natalie up just before nine so she could get ready for her appointment with the psychiatrist. All in all, it was bound to be a busy day and week. After her appointment with the psychiatrist, she had to speak with detective handling the murder case and then the lawyers to discuss the will and everything that entailed the deaths of her family. Natalie knew that she had to be mentally prepared, but she was so fragile that she felt as though she was going to fall apart, limb from limb, slowly shattering as each part of her fell to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue eyes could not conceal the pain and loss. When she saw the emptiness they portrayed, she felt even more vulnerable and scared. Yesterday she buried her entire family, today she has to answer questions regarding their murders. She will walk in there and be treated like a suspect. Devon and Kaz appeared in the mirror beside her. She knew that she only needed them by her side. If they were there, things would be okay.
They arrived at Dr. Hendricks' office ten minutes early. Kaz helped Natalie fill in all the forms, considering that she was left handed and couldn't write with the sling she had to wear. They handed it in and a graying, balding older man came walking to toward them. He wasn't very big but had a belly, his nose was big and his brown eyes soft, the blue shirt he was wearing hugged his body and his black formal trousers and black shoes made him look professional. Suddenly Natalie felt under dressed in her Puma sweatpants and T-shirt.
"I'm Dr. Hendricks." He held his hand out to Natalie.
"Natalie Scott," She said as she took his hand and shook it.
"We will be back in an hour, love you!" Kaz said as Natalie followed the older man into his office.
The walls were painted a calming light blue. His desk was too big for the space and the shelves behind it were filled with books. He motioned Natalie to the large black leather couch, where she nervously took a seat, he sat a cross from her in the matching stool.
"How does this work exactly?" Natalie asked fumbling with her hands.
"Let's start with what brings you here today," He gave a reassuring smile.
"Dr. Simons and her recommendation." Natalie felt like she didn't need to be here, talking to a complete stranger about her life and family's deaths. She had her friends with whom she could share all of this.
He smiled at the remark, "I sense that you don't want be here today. That's okay. I cannot force you to do this, no one can. But a part of you must feel the need to be helped, otherwise you would not be here."
"Yeah, the outside part of me, I call them friends."
"Okay, from the information I gathered from Dr. Simons your friends play a very large role in your life. You trust their opinions more than you trust your own at this stage and that is a good thing. After the trauma you have experienced, you doubt yourself and your ability to heal from such an event. Your friends have done a good thing by encouraging you to come today. They sense how badly you need the help and someone who can guide you that is not personally involved with you. So let's start with what you remember about that night."
"I don't remember much and even if I did, I don't want to talk about it. It is personal and I don't see how you can fix any of this," Natalie responded protectively.
"You don't have to talk today, it will take time for you to trust me. With time we can work through this together," he continued to explain how they would go about it and prescribed different medication to keep Natalie calm but would keep her more aware of the things happening around her.
"Just so you, I don't want to work through this with you and I won't be coming back," Natalie said getting up and walking to the door.
They concluded their session and Kaz and Devon were already waiting for her. Their next stop frightened Natalie the most, the police station. Although she knew that she had nothing to hide. She also knew that people would do anything to prove their theories correct to close a high profile case, even if it meant sending an innocent person to jail.
"We are not going to leave your side. Calm down, Nat." Natalie was breathing heavily, a panic attack closing in.
Devon held her to his chest as he spoke the words, but Natalie's breathing didn't slow. They walked into the police station. Devon took a card out of his pocket, read it and spoke to the police officer standing behind the desk, "We are here to see Detective du Plessis." The officer looked at the card, then at Kaz and Natalie.
"Follow me," was all he said as they walked down the hall to a small office. "Just wait here. He will be with you shortly." He said and disappeared.