Dr Harper - Im a Therapist and My Patient Is in Love With a Pedophile 6 Patient Files From Prison

Im a Therapist, and My Patient is In Love with a Pedophile 6 Patient Files From Prison Dr. Harper





Copyright This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright 2019 Dr. Harper Book Cover Design by ebooklaunch.com Story Illustrations: Sachi Amanze (Insta: @soliviaam) Final Photo: Sachi Amanze All rights reserved.

Dedication For my two wonderful beta readers, who rated this book one A+ and one vomit emoji. The Prison Files In this folder, I have shared six of my patient files from prison. Every file is connected by a company retreat from my past. I have scattered my notes about this unsettling day throughout the book. Hopefully youll connect the dots faster than I did. I must warn you, prison was more brutal than I expected.

Yes, the inmates were manipulative and dangerous but I also encountered a monster in myself. By the end of these files, you will know my greatest secret and my greatest shame. You will learn the worst thing I have ever done.
Youre Invited to the Dr. Harper Therapy Company Retreat Ready for some beach therapy? Join us for a fun day of waves, sand castles, and veggie burgers. Be sure to pack a bathing suit! Please RSVP by end of business week.

I put down the flyer and glanced at my assistant, Noah. What is this? Our first company retreat! he said eagerly. Lots of places do it. Its a way for employees to bond outside of the office. No, Im familiar with the concept, I said. But were the only two employees.

Well, yeah! he said, cheeks going pink. But bonding is important for small businesses too. Here, I got us some corporate gifts for the big day. He tried to empty his bag on my desk but accidentally dumped most of it on the floor. Noah, this is SPF 80! he said, scrambling to pick up bottles of sunscreen and drugstore sunglasses. They say it doesnt make any difference after SPF 30, but my skin is pretty sensitive, and I feel like it cant hurt to go higher, you know? Noah He looked up from the ground with an anxious smile, beach items falling from his arms.

Yeah, doc? I sighed, trying to ignore his excitement about the idea. But once again, I found the words coming out of my mouth in stark disagreement with my better judgment. It sounds fun. Thanks for organizing it. His eyes lit up. Really? Sure, I said.

But its almost 9am. I need to get ready for our patients. Oh, right, of course! he said, rushing to the doorway. Then he turned around. Wait, just one more thing. I looked up from my notebook.

Yes? Can you RSVP He hurried back over and put the flyer back on my desk. For planning purposes. I glared at him. Are you serious? He held out a pen to me. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the pen, and circled: SHORE! We found a small break in the sea of people and set down our chairs. I reached into my bag and pulled out a book, but I wasnt even able to get past the first page before Noah stood up and bellowed: WELCOME TO OUR FIRST ANNUAL He spun around dramatically and accidentally kicked sand in my face.

Oh, sorry! He handed me his towel and lowered his voice. Welcome to our first annual company retreat Wait, there are going to be more of these? I said, wiping the sand from my mouth. Well, only if you like this one, he said quickly, flipping through some pages on his clipboard. And Im sure you will, because we have a super fun day ahead of us! Our first activity is the ocean plunge to wake us up for the morning! Noah, we just got here I said. What if we just take a few minutes to settle in? Well, we have a full schedule he said. But I guess the sunscreen will need to set for fifteen minutes anyway.

Darn, I didnt plan for that. And then, to my great discomfort, he took off his shirt and handed me the sunscreen. Could you get my back? For some reason, my heart started to race and my stomach lurched. What was wrong with me? This was a beach. Thats what people do at the beach. I took the sunscreen and averted my eyes as I hurriedly applied the lotion, trying to ignore every part of his body that I touched.

All set, I mumbled. When I opened my eyes, I saw that half of his back was covered in white. Thanks! he said, twisting and bending as he rubbed the rest into his chest and legs. Want me to do you? I choked. No! His eyebrows raised in concern. You okay, doc? Yes, sorry, I said, clearing my throat.

Im feeling a bit car sick from the trip. I think Im just going to read today. He frowned. Youre not going to swim? No, I said, staring intently at the sand by my feet. But you go ahead. He shrugged, put the sunscreen down, and ran toward the water.

As he disappeared into the waves, I let out a nervous, shaky breath. This was definitely going to be our last company retreat. For the rest of the day, we built sand castles, tossed frisbees, flew kites, and played a couple of games that Noah invented. My favorite was Ocean Wars, where we had to dig a hole near the rising tide, and continually protect ourselves against the waves with walls of sand. The ocean eventually defeated us, but we put up a pretty good fight. By the time the sun started to set, I think I was actually having fun.

The whole retreat was also showcasing a lot of Noahs strengths that I had never seen (or noticed) in the office especially his creativity and imagination. Kids were constantly coming up to us and asking to join in his games. As we wandered back to our spots, I realized most of the beachgoers had cleared out. Looks like a storm is coming, I said, pointing to the dark clouds rolling in across the sea. Ready to head back to the office? We have to stay for the sunset and tell scary stories! he protested. Its the last item on the agenda.

Noah, its going to start pouring What if we move our stuff under the pier? he said quickly, folding our chairs. That way nothing gets wet. I sighed and helped him pack up our things. We walked to the opposite side of the beach, which was now completely deserted, and made our way under the pier. Moments later, there was a low rumble of thunder as rain began falling to the dock above us. We spent the next hour or so telling scary stories, waiting for the storm to pass, but the rain was unrelenting.

If there was ever a sunset, we didnt get to see it. It was my turn to tell a story, but Im not good at stuff like that, so I was basically just copying the plot of The Shining . And then, with his family hiding in the other room, he broke down the door with an axe Oh my god! Noah shouted, lurching backwards. Oh, come on, I said. It wasnt that scary. But Noah wasnt looking at me.

He was looking behind me. I spun around and jumped when I saw a young boy standing just inches away. Hey I said nervously. You lost, little guy? The boy didnt answer, and his eyes were shut tight. Come on, lets get you back to your parents. He just stood there, water dripping on him from the dock above.

There was a sudden flash of lightning, and thats when I saw an eerie message illuminated across the boys shirt: No See. No Talk. No Police. Pedophile Love PART ONE

As I watched Arthur caress Sams forearm, I shot them a glance one that probably explained why half of my Yelp reviews described me as a judgmental jackass. I know what youre thinking, said Arthur, who was at least three times older than Sam. But I dont hurt kids anymore.

Im a reformed man now. Reformed? Thats right, he nodded proudly. My spiritual guides helped me clear unprocessed energy in my sacral chakra. Thats what was responsible for my dark urges. Oh, good I muttered. And here I was, worried that this would be another cliche Christian redemption story.

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