Atlas Toren -44-

Atlas POV

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“Atlas.” My head snapped up as I forced down my last bite of toast.

“Mhm?” I hummed, eyebrows raised.

“So-” He coughed a little, averting my gaze. “We uh. So I know it’s a little late to be telling you, but…”

“What.”

“I’m taking you to an appointment with a therapist today. In like- 20 minutes.”

“What the fuck.”

“Okay- sorry- I didn’t have time to tell you-“

“No, its not that. But 20 minutes? Come on, not any earlier?”

Mags raised an eyebrow, and the silence that had befallen the table broke as Niko brought up conversation. I shrugged casually. “I figured I would go at some point.”

“…Right.” Mags decided, before clapping his hands, and moving over to where I was putting away plates. “It’s an old friend of mine, so you’ll be safe. I’ll talk you through it a bit more when we’re in the car. Can you go get ready now?”

I nodded quickly, before heading into my room, leaving the chatter behind.

I yawned a little in the car, glancing up as Mags slowed down, and looked over to me.

 “Again, as I said earlier, he’s an old friend. Try… well- it’s a therapist’s job to get to the bottom of things. And he might be a little…blunt. So please just try not to lash out or hurt him. He’s only doing his job. Please Atlas. I don’t care what he says. Please do your best not to lash out. I know you won’t mean to but- it’s not his fault.” He murmured, eyes transfixed on my face.

I glanced away at the building in front of us, before finally nodding. “Alright. I’ll do my best.” I mumbled, before opening the door. Mags let out a noise of approval, before getting out with me.

He walked with me to the door, opening it, before motioning me in first. “Remember. Don’t hurt him.” He whispered, and I sent him a small smile.

“It’s okay Mags.”

His eyes flickered up, and mine did too as we heard footsteps. Standing at the end of the hallway the door had led to, and man stood there. Dark hair was ruffled on his forehead, and his bright eyes did a once over of Mags, before lingering on me.

 My eyes narrowed.

I did a scan over with my eyes. He wore a relaxed jumper, with baggy jeans. A collar and multiple necklaces peeked out of the top of his jumper, and a few jean chains hung off the low wait of his jeans. Soft brown eyes glinted from behind messy dark hair, and a small smile played on his lips. 

“Hi Atlas,” he greeted, and I nodded.

“Right- uh- Atlas, Lo wanted me for a bit, so is it okay if I go? I promise when we drop you off next time we’ll stay for longer. Oh- uh- right, yeah. Atlas, this is Marco. Marco, this is Atlas. Thanks Marco. Atlas, don’t-“

“Magnus. I know.”

Mags glanced down at me with worried eyes, and I let a little warmth shine through mine. “You’re okay. I’ll see you later. I won’t do anything to him.” I whispered, and he let out a small sigh.

“I love you.” He mumbled, burying his head in my neck, before sending Marco and I a wave, and walking out. I didn’t let my eyes linger on the door. It would give Marco a little too much information than I wanted him having. 

Speaking of Marco, I heard him cough a little, and I turned around to see him motioning for me to follow him.

I sat down on a couch in the living room at his instruction, and he sat across. “So.” He breathed. “Atlas. How are you?”

I shrugged, keeping my eyes on every movement he made, and he must have picked up on it. He chuckled a little, flickering his eyes up to mine, before moving over to sit with me. “Hi. My name is Marco.” He smiled, holding out his hand.

I scanned his face, before raising my own to shake his. His smile widened, and as our hands connected he yanked me towards him, pulling us closer until our thighs touched. My hand shot back in an instant, and I leaned a little away. 

“Magnus was right. He did say you didn’t like being touched.” He mused, and my eyes narrowed. He chuckled again at the movement. Before wrapping a hand around my shoulder. 

“I didn’t think therapists were supposed to be this close to their clients.” I gritted out, eyes fixed on his amused ones.

He hummed in agreement, before tightening his grip. My fist clenched behind my back. I bit my tongue a little, reminding myself of Magnus’s words.

I had never been to a therapist before. And Magnus had said he might be a bit blunt.

“I can see you very tense there,” He murmured, eyes watching my figure, lingering for a little too long. “Why don’t I help you…?” He whispered, leaning over me, and I bit the inside of my lip, eyes narrowed in an icy glare.

 “Don’t touch me.” I forced out, and he nodded, humming again.

“Alright. Here, come follow me.”

He rose, and I was quick to stand on my feet, not liking being sat near him for so long. He walked into a smaller room, and glancing around, I saw a flat bed, low to the ground. “Now. Some of my clients like to lie down, and just talk for a bit.” He reasoned, motioning for me to lie down.

I sat. And my eyes stayed on him as he moved around a little, before sitting on a chair in the corner.

We sat in silence for a little, Marco’s eyes trailing up and down my body before he moved. Right over to me. Right in front of me. My stomach twisted as he leaned over to me, and I leaned back, right to the wall, until he put his hands on either side of his head. His breathing was shallow, and I glared out at him, my nails digging into my legs. 

“Now, now, Atlas, don’t be so tense and scared. Do you know how hard it’s been for me to sit here watching you, unable to do anything?” He breathed, and I felt his hot breath on my ear. I tilted my head upwards a little, narrowing my eyes. 

“No. And I don’t want to know.” I spat, moving to push him away.

His eyes flickered down to my hands, and he grabbed them both, before placing them both above my head in a tight hold.

The inside of my lip drew blood, and I swished it around my mouth, reminding myself of Magnus’s words. He’s Magnus’s friend, he might be a little blunt. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him.

“I can almost see you repeating Magnus’s words in your head darling,” He murmured, and I watched as an evil glint appeared in his eyes. 

“That’s fine.” He murmured, and moved away a little. “I have a little something to loosen you up.” He ruffled through the drawers in the room, and my eyes instantly found the exit. I made to move just as he stood up. 

“Now, now, darling, don’t leave just yet.” He smirked, and my legs leaped up as he walked over, a small cloth in hand.

My eyes widened as I reached the door, and I pushed myself forward, muscles aching a little after the sudden movement. Before he struck a hand out. I halted, eyes narrowing as he swept himself into the doorway. “If you want to get past, you’ll have to force it.” He whispered, eyes fixed on mine.

I glared at him, before making to move forward. Not seeing the cloth in his hand. Magnus’s words had repeated for too long in my head, it had drowned out the obvious. My eyes widened as I felt him put the cloth to my mouth, and I felt myself tire. Strong arms wrapped around my waist as I yawned.

 Fuck. Yawned? Fuck.

My mind raced as I felt my eye lids close, and I kicked out, desperately trying to stay awake.

 Fuck. Okay. Uh- think, think. Alright.

 I breathed in deeply, inhaling the cool air around me, trying to get the drug out of my system. 

I felt his grip tighten as I tried to move, and he began to whisper into my ear. I didn’t listen. 

Alright. Okay. You could just beat him up? No. Mags said so. Fuck. Okay. So- stay awake. 

Haha, what a great plan. Wish it was as easy as said.

 I blinked haphazardly, feeling mind feel sleepy, and I bit harshly on my bottom lip. Great. Now my mouth was filled with blood.

 Okay. You know what?

 Fuck this.

I dragged my hand out of his grasp, and sent a fucking flying punch towards his face, smirking a little as it hit, before slapping myself to stay awake.

I know I hated my father- but I was a little grateful for all that training he put me through. I wouldn’t still be awake if he hadn’t fucking dosed me with drugs every fucking day. Bitch.

Marco threw me a hateful glare, putting a hand to his face, before I felt my eyes close, a string of curses following.

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