Facing the Phobia

Anna’s POV

I frowned.

“Watch me help you out of this silly mess, miss. This is my area of expertise. I wouldn’t worry if I were in your shoes. Trust me and you will be fine. That’s a promise!” Bridget told me carefully.

“You ain’t the regular kind of therapist!” I exclaimed.

“Apart from on TV, how many therapists have you seen in your life? I am not talking about those you had a short conversation with. I am saying all the ones you must have seen with your two eyes,” Bridget said shortly. “My guess is none. You are too ordinary to have met a number of therapists in your lifetime. Am I wrong?”

I was vexed. I took a deep breath here.

“You have a talent for annoying other people. You should take your flowers…” I told her carefully.

“Definitely!” she replied. “I still have plans for us to go to Gun club. It’s the same place I took Smith to years back. It will be the best place for us to cure your trauma as well. That is if you trust me as usual.”

“I don’t trust you one bit…” I told him sa