Free Loving Heart (The Broken Heart Series Book 3) by Angel Rose

be. You have to let him go.”  She leaned over and placed her hand on mine. “I know this is hard, but it’s the only way you’re going to get through this.”
    “I think I should leave.” Michael said as he let go of my hand to get up and walk away.
    “You have to do the same.” she said sternly.
    “I can’t!” he barked. I jumped up in my seat and Dr. Logan sat back in her chair.
    “Michael, please. What are you doing?” I said angrily.
    “I can’t do this. You don’t understand, I can’t get the images out of my head. My father, on top of her…she’s screaming and I couldn’t get him off of her. How do you think that makes me feel?” He said as his eyes locked with mine. His eyes were solemn with defeat. He was so hurt he was choking back his tears.
    “Michael, this is exactly why we need to talk about it.” I whispered gently. Our eyes locked again in a battle he wasn’t going to win. I was fearless for the first time and I wasn’t backing down.
    “Please, don’t do this. This is not what you’re supposed to do.” Dr. Logan pleaded with us both.
    “What do you know about my life…you know nothing. All the years of abuse, all the killing, innocent women… I helped him. What kind of sick person am I?” He slammed his fist on the table. Dr. Logan stood up.
    “You were manipulated by a very strong man. I don’t have to know him to know how he manipulated you. It wasn’t your fault. You were a child, and then you became a teenager, and then a man, still tortured by the man you called your father. You could’ve been a bum in the street but you chose not to be. You’re one of the most successful lawyers in New York. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but this is not the answer. I can help you. Let me help, please.” She pleaded. Michael closed his eyes in pain.
    “He killed my mother right in front of me…I was just a kid.” He stopped talking. His eyes welled with tears. “I loved my mother and believe or not…she loved him.” He glanced over at Dr. Logan, the tears falling down from his chin on to the hardwood floor. “Do you know that after he killed my mother, I cried myself to sleep every night. He would come in to my room and lie down with me and hold my hand until I stopped crying. He hugged me for Christ’s sake…” He wiped his face with the palm of his hand. “He was my father. I killed him . Do you understand that? I killed him.” He shook his head and became angry slamming his hands on the desk again. “How am I going to get over my father raping my wife? Or waiting for my wife to give birth to a child that might be his…a product of rape; do you know how much I love Jenesis? She’s everything I’m not. She’s forgiving, loving, and patient, and she never doubted my love for a minute. I can’t forgive him. He’s a murderer and a rapist and…I’m glad he’s dead.” He got up and started to pace back and forth. He was overwhelmed by his emotions. He was confused. He stopped near the window and glanced over at us, then looked out of the window and whispered softly, “But there’s just one problem…he lives in her heart and she won’t let him go. And keeping this baby is living proof that she can’t…” he shook his head and placed both of his hands on her cherry wood desk as if he were giving me an ultimatum.
    “Michael you’re confused. It’s okay. That’s normal. You feel guilty about killing your father. You hate him for raping me and somehow, deep down inside you want to forgive him, but you don’t know how. This is extremely difficult for you. I know that’s how you feel because that’s how I feel too. All of these emotions wrapped up in one, you can’t possibly know what you want right now from this relationship, especially with a baby coming; a baby that might not be yours.” I could barely continue speaking, but I needed to. “Michael, the baby has a right to live whether he’s yours or not. You don’t get to make that