"I don’t want to see you," I said, letting go of his collar and sinking back into my chair, defeated.
"Who is he?" Jack demanded, his hands on the table, his voice cold.
"My psychologist. I asked him to meet so I could end our sessions. Satisfied?" I replied, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
"Give me your phone," Jack ordered, then reached out his hand to take my phone from the table because he did not trust me.
At that very moment, I snapped and lost my sanity.
I picked up my cup of coffee and hurled it at his face, ice and all. Before he could react, I slammed the empty cup onto his head.
"Jack! You’d better forget me for real this time! Or I swear I’ll drag you to hell with me!" I yelled.
Jack grabbed my collar angrily. The veins in his arms were clearly visible.
Once, those strong arms had held me close and his mouth kept assuring me over and over, "Lucy, you have me. I’ll always be by your side."
However, I did not need anyone anymore.
A place to come home to was a lie. In the end, all a person could only have were himself.
I did not know when Aston had stepped in and positioned himself between me and Jack, to separate us. Meanwhile, a couple of store employees rushed over to hold Jack back.
I tugged at Aston's sleeve and shook my head, silently asking him not to say anything.
"You're crazy," Jack spat and pointed at me. His teeth clenched in anger.
How easy it was for a man to turn love into hate.
I let out a bitter smile as a wave of nausea churned in my stomach, then rose to the surface. As soon as a cough escaped my lips, I could hear a gasp of surprise from people around us.
"What's wrong with you?" Jack asked in surprise.
He stood there frozen. His gaze flickered from the fresh blood on the floor to me.
He frowned. There was hesitation and concern on his face.
Seeing this I scoffed, "You made me so angry I coughed up blood. Now leave, or you might be the death of me."
At that moment Jack realized that some people had started recording him on their phones. He stared at me for a few seconds and then said, "I have things to do. You should go to the hospital and get checked out. If your psychosomatic symptoms are this bad, I'll help you find another therapist later."
I just waved my hand dismissively to urge him to leave.
After he left, I sat back down. Aston looked worriedly at me. "Have you decided on a treatment plan?"
I shook my head.