This is my confession

We were in the house and he lifted me up and he removed my heels and his suit jacket and he lift me up and placed me on his lap and he made me look at him.

Austin: Spill it all.

I sighed.

Me: I was in college and I lived with my dad helping him. I painted. How I loved to paint. One day I heard men threading to kill him of he didn't pay what he owed. My dad didn't have it. He was paying for books for me. I am out there trying to stop it. They said give me up to be sold or die. My father gave me his necklace to me and kissed my forehead. And told me to take care of myself. And..... and... t-th-they shot him! And they dragged me into a van and hauled me away from home. They made me a sex slave. But I was never sold. I never had sex. I was the worse one there because men didn't want me. I felt odd like my innocence was a curse. That men want a wild, loose woman. And I would live like that.

Austin: Time to clean up babe.

He made me look at him.

Austin: I'm just gonna help you feel better. I won't go into work I'm not going with Dalya.

Me: You two-

Austin: A regrettable past. While dating all we did was have sex. She cheated saying I needed a life. I wasn't born rich babe I worked my way up to show her I'm no loser. And that I would find a woman. No matter where she came from.

I looked at him for the first time his expression wasn't hard. I looked him in the eyes. And he looked at me.

Austin: Mila!

Mila: Yes Master Reed?

Austin: Run her a bath please and another thing step into my office.

She followed Austin into what I believe was his study after a few minutes they walked back to me and she guided me to the bathroom. She ran the water and put rose petals and bath salt into the tub with a little oil. I stripped and got in and she placed towels on the counter.

Mila: Mistress I apologize for the names I called you or if  I offended you in any way.

Me: It's ok no hard feelings.

In the study

Austin:Blank I need. Favor I have a friend who may need some help. I believe.   She has either has PTSD or Anxiety. And I need her to be diagnosed so I know how to deal with her. She just had what seems like a panic attack.

Blank: Ok I'm available tomorrow morning. I'll take good care of her I promise.

Austin: Thank you.

He hung up and he went to the bathroom Kenji was occupying. He stood in the doorway and he watched her she was completely empty staring into the facet.

Austin: Kenji please.