Chapter Twelve
Emily stood with Grey by the front door and held his hand with a sense of deja vu. Except for this guest she had been dreading. The counselor was back, and she’d have to sit down with her for the next thirty minutes while she made her feel like scum.
“This is the last time. I promise,” he said. “Just talk to her one more time.”
She glanced up at her daddy. “I will.”
“Remember to come straight to my office right after.”
Emily nodded.
He squeezed her hand before they turned to face the woman.
She would have been a very attractive woman if not for the conniving, distasteful look in her eyes when she noticed their hands.
“Thank you for coming back,” Grey said. “Would you like to use the area you did before?”
“That would be fine,” Susan said. “Come along, dear.”
Emily looked back once to see the hard look in Grey’s eyes when he looked at the lady, making her feel better. He didn’t like her any more than Emily did.
Emily sat in the same chair, with her hands in her lap, and waited.
Susan got her book and pen out and wrote something in the book before looking up at Emily.
“Now, then. Did you think about what we talked about last time?”
Emily shrugged and got a bit of joy out of the woman’s angry face.
“How am I to help you if you don’t cooperate with me, Emily? Do you want me to tell Mr. Warner? He’s paying me a lot of money.”
“No.”
“Good. Now then, Let’s talk about the rapes.”
“Why do we have to start with that?” Emily asked. “Should we start small and build up to the big stuff?”
“Who’s the counselor here? I know what I’m doing.”
Emily almost laughed and wanted to say, ‘Neither of us is qualified to be a counselor,’ but she’d already pissed the woman off. “I wasn’t raped.”
Susan rolled her eyes. “Of course, you were.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me. You couldn’t have been a sex slave and not be raped unless…”
“What?”
“You consider it just sex because you enjoyed it?”
Emily wanted to gag. “I didn’t enjoy anything about it. No one would have.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. There are a lot of sick people in the world.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There are all types of people, Emily. Let’s use your and Mr. Warner’s relationship as an example. A lot of people think that the age difference is so vast it would be vile.”