"Genevieve O'Hare The Series"

INSTALLMENT #2:

“Genevieve! Listen to me, I need you to calm down and speak to me slowly and tell me exactly what happened. What do you mean they were in it?” asked Dr. Hendricks trying hard to suppress the sudden nervousness that had come over her. Genevieve continued to sob but eventually calmed a bit and exhaled loudly as if a huge boulder had been lifted from her shoulders. “Go ahead Genevieve, you can tell me, please remember that what you tell me here is strictly kept just between the two of us…” said the doctor. Genevieve looked up at the doctor and began to laugh awkwardly in the midst of her breakdown, “Oh come on now Doctor, are you telling me that if I admitted to burning up two people in a house fire, you wouldn’t turn me in just as soon as my check was cashed?” “Not unless I wanted to risk losing my license, as crazy as it sounds, and even still I would have a hard time trying to prove your ‘confession’ with no evidence seeing as though it is only you and I here talking. But, I would like to know exactly what took place. My job is to help you but I cannot do that unless you are completely honest with me.” urged Dr. Hendricks.
With another sigh, Genevieve began to give her account of what happened that day, “It was noontime on a Thursday, I’d gone out that day to have brunch with friends. After leaving the bistro, I decided I would get in a workout before heading to the market to buy groceries and make dinner later that evening for Gavin…” “Gavin?” asked Dr. Hendricks interrupting, “Is that your husband.” “Yes.” said Genevieve. The doctor sat back in her chair disregarding the clock on the wall indicating that their hour long session would soon be over. At this point, she was no longer as passive as she had been when the discussion first started; she was now very actively listening to her patient. “Go ahead.” said the doctor.
Genevieve continued, “Well I got to the gym, changed and got on the elliptical. I did that for about 20 minutes and then decided that I just wasn’t up for it that day, I just wanted to go home and curl up with a nice book and maybe spend some special time with my husband after dinner, you know, have a romantic night. So I decided I’d go home and begin planning the evening. Maybe it was naïve of me to think I could trust him. Late nights at the office were normal but I thought nothing of it because we would periodically call to check in during the day. I was SO stupid! I thought he actually loved me!” Dr. Hendricks interjected, “Genevieve there is nothing ‘stupid’ about you loving your husband or about him loving you. He was your husband and I want you to stop beating yourself up for that and not speak negatively about a normal emotion you had and/or have as a wife.”
She gave a half smile, at peace with having her emotions finally validated and continued on, “I called him up and asked about his schedule for the afternoon, I told him I’d gone to the gym and that I was going to make my stop at the market before coming home. I told him I had something special for him. He seemed excited and I told him I’d be home sometime after lunch and we hung up. I didn’t mention however that I’d already left the gym. As I said before I thought nothing of it. I went to the market as I’d planned and came home. I was coming up the drive and I saw his car. I thought it was weird and that should’ve been my first indication that something was wrong. I shrugged it off and just thought maybe his plans had changed and he’d decided to come home for lunch.”
Genevieve paused for a moment and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Reliving the scene was difficult for her and Dr. Hendricks could see it in her face and in the tense movements off her body, but she had to know what happened and urged her to continue on. “Go ahead Genevieve, what happened next?”
She continued, “I opened the door and found it strange that he hadn’t set the alarm behind him. I spotted his briefcase on the table. But the sight that took my breath away was the purse lying next to it. I believe my heart stopped for a moment, and I was frozen in my steps. Then I realized the purse looked very familiar. It was my purse, a Valentino bag I’d let my sister borrow a week before. The confusion was racking my brain until I heard the sounds. They were sounds of moaning and groaning. I began walking up the stairs and although my feet were moving, I felt as though I were gliding along the corridor in a very bad dream. I walked up to the door of the bedroom and the door was slightly cracked. I pushed it open and right before my eyes; Gavin and my own sister were in the midst of making love. I think that maybe the worst part of it all was that it actually took them a moment to realize I was even standing there. Imagine that. It was that good to them. But, when they saw me, the look on their faces combined with shock said that it had obviously been too good for too long. I began to back out of the room, without a word as my sister laid there in awe in her nakedness. I turned to run and Gavin ran after me with hesitance to go any further than the back door so as not to make a scene and show his. I left and was gone for about 3 or 4 days, I can’t remember how long. It’s all a blur at this point.”
“Did he try to contact you at all during the time you had gone?” asked the doctor. “He tried.” said Genevieve “But of course I was not open to answering any of his calls. My mother and father also called saying that they were very worried. Gavin told them I’d left but of course he didn’t give them a reason as to why. I haven’t made an effort to contact any of them. I just wanted to be left alone.”
“Well you spoke of a fire. Let’s get to that. Tell me, what happened.” said Dr. Hendricks. “Dr. Gavin is looking for me. I know he is. He and my family both are. I just don’t know what to do or where to go!” As the tears once again began to well up in her eyes, the doctor noticed that she’d began the nervous fidgeting again and she wanted Genevieve to remain composed long enough to tell her what else had occurred before their last 10 minutes were up. Just then the receptionist came in. “Dr. Hendricks.” “Yes” said the doctor “What is it?” “I’m so sorry to interrupt but there are two police officers in the waiting area. They are looking for Ms. O’Hare.” Dr. Hendricks turned around just in time to see the blood drain out of Genevieve’s face as she turned pale with fear. There was only one way out of the office and she had no where else to turn….

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