Page 124 of Dissolving Prejudice
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “It’s not my fault most people are too ugly to love themselves.”
“The sad part is that you actually believe that.” He grunted when I laughed.
“Of course I fucking do.” Although now, I was just trying to put a smile on his face—which worked, as he seemed a little less nervous.
“Hey.” I poked his cheek. “It’s going to be alright. I promise.”
Camilo held my gaze for a second longer before nodding. “Okay.”
He moved to get out when I spoke. “I’ll be waiting for you here.”
“What will you do in the meantime?” he asked, his hand already clutching the door’s handle.
I adjusted my rearview mirror to have a better picture of what was going on in the street before I turned to look at him, a big smile on my face. “I have something to do around here, so I’ll just wait.”
Camilo gave me a short nod before he got out of the car and closed the door behind him. I bent down and watched him walk until he entered the house, and only then went back to my rearview mirror.
“Fucker,” I hissed when I spotted the car that had been following me for the last two days parked at the end of the street.
Today was an important fucking day, in which Camilo finally started his treatment—a huge step toward his recovery—and here I was, bothered by a desperate stalker.
With a grunt, I put on my sunglasses and got out of the car. The weather was starting to get warmer, and while I hated the cold, I also hated sweating. However, right now wasn’t the time to think about bodily fluids staining my sweatshirt, as I had more important things to attend to. Without a drop of fear, I walked toward that damn car I could recognize in my sleep, my blood boiling even more the closer I got. Maybe the moron thought I wouldn’t notice he’d been following me around, but I had. The car’s windows were tinted, so I couldn’t see who was sitting in there. Not that I needed to see in order to know who it was. Pissed off and not in the mood for this nonsense, I clamped my lips shut and kicked the car’s right headlight until it smashed. Not surprisingly, that was enough to make my stalker jump out of the car with a stunned face. Yet, before he could spit a word out of his pathetic mouth, I spoke.
“Why the fuck are you following me, Jordan?”
Diesel
Feeling like some lab rat trapped in a cage, I looked around the stupid clinic. Everything seemed so “in place.” From the vase of flowers sitting on the counter to the curtains open just enough for the right amount of light to get into the room. Fuck. I hated this.
“You can sit down if you want,” the therapist said after she scribbled something in her damn notebook.
“What are you writing in there?” I nudged my head at her. “I haven’t said a word yet.”
She smiled. “Just my grocery list for later.”
Her questionable answer made me sneer. “Are you supposed to tell me that?”
“I’m not supposed to do anything but help you, Diesel.”
Putting the book I’d been flipping through to pass the time back in place, I fully turned to face her. “And how are you planning to do that?”
“Well.” She closed her notebook and placed it aside before waving her hand in the direction of the opposite couch from hers. “We could start by talking.”
“I don’t need to talk.”
Crossing her legs, she leaned back on her chair. “I often find that the same people who claim they are in no need of a conversation are usually those to make the most of it.”
Not in the mood for that philosophic crap, I circled the couch and slumped my ass down. “Well, I mean it.” I scratched my jaw. “You’re a shrink, right? So just scribble me a prescription for something, and we’ll call it a day.”
“Prescription for what exactly?”
“Playing dumb, I see,” I muttered under my breath while sending one arm to rest behind the armchair and pretending to look around.
“You don’t need to whisper insults, Diesel. You can say everything to my face.”
I glanced up to meet her determined stare, and shit. She looked unfazed. To be honest, she seemed like a nice lady, but I was still not in the mood for this crap.
“Listen, Claire—”
