“Charlotte was visiting me in New York when we got into the accident that broke her foot and where I lost my memory.”
“He doesn’t remember me, and I didn’t know he was even in Chicago, so I didn’t know what to say when you introduced us the other day.” I try to keep emotion out of my voice and state the facts.
Dr. Sear and Dr. Wemer do their best not to appear shocked, but it’s clear they are.
“So, you two are dating?” Dr. Wemer asks.
“No,” I say, just as Xander states, “Yes.”
Xander’s jaw clenches, and he tips his face up, eyes blinking fast.
The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. It seems like forever, but Dr. Sear finally asks, “Charlotte, what happened today?”
This is so embarrassing. “I was working on my laptop in the lounge area of the locker room, and Damon came in and called me a whore. After I ignored him, he threw a pair of my underwear I must have left at his house at me. He told me he thought I would want them back, but maybe I didn’t wear them anymore because I’m such a whore.”
Xander bolts off his chair and almost gets to the door, but Dr. Wemer cuts him off. “Go sit down.”
“Move,” he demands.
“Xander, sit your ass down now!” Dr. Sear hurls at him.
Xander’s shoulders flex, and he reluctantly returns to sit next to me.
“What happened when I was in the locker room?” Dr. Sear asks.
“He accused me of ‘playing in the sandbox’ when I came into the locker room with Xander.”
Xander pulls out his phone and shows Dr. Sear a picture. “This happened yesterday afternoon.”
“What happened then?” Dr. Sear asks.
“He called me a whore and accused me of cheating on him with Xander. But I didn’t,” I add, a little too quickly.
“No one is accusing you of anything, nor would it matter,” Dr. Sear assures.
“Why didn’t you two report this yesterday?” Dr. Wemer asks.
“Charlotte didn’t want to. She thought he would stop,” Xander grits out.
“I texted him last night, thinking he was just hurt and would stop, but it didn’t help.”
Xander’s head snaps toward me. “You texted him last night.”
I give a slow nod.
An expression I can’t understand crosses Xander’s face.
“Let me see the messages.” Dr. Sear holds out his hand.
I pull out my phone, bring up the text chain, and hand it to him. He scans it then passes it to Dr. Wemer. After Dr. Wemer reads it, he holds it out to me, but Xander snatches it.
Great. Add more fuel to the fire.
“Piece of shit,” Xander mumbles, then returns it to me.
“Is there anything else you want to disclose?” Dr.Sear asks.
“No.”
