Falling For Evil 

Part Eight 

Last night was a new one for me. I've never been so freaked out before, considering the shit I've seen in my years of working and doing what I do. Yet I was so freaked because a scream woke me abruptly. Travis wasn't in bed. He was fighting with my wardrobe door, desperate to escape a threat only he was aware of, he whimpered in panic. I went to him, not sure what I could've done at that moment. You weren't meant to wake someone when they were sleep-walking. So what was he dreaming of? So I stood there, rubbing soothing circles over his back until he woke himself up and suddenly I saw his face darken, so much so I thought maybe he might punch me, but he didn't, he just walked away, crawled back into bed and fell asleep. 

  "Fuck." I thought, driving into work. I left him in bed and sent him a message for when he woke up, definitely not mentioning last night. I had a huge pain in the ass day ahead of me, but I couldn't stop going back to Travis. Something must have happened to him, back before. I still don't know so many things about him, only what he tells me and I get that he's not going to openly tell me things that probably scared him. Yet the fact remains something scared the fuck out of him, at some point in his life or maybe many times in his life. I wanted the answers, but I didn't have the questions or maybe not the right way anyway. Like I said back before, Travis won't be taken away if a situation gets out of hand. He couldn't be subdued if there was a need for it, I was on my own with him yet I want to know those parts of him too. The parts he keeps so hidden away from anyone and everyone. How? How can I do it? My words don't work on that guy. I can't pick his brain like I do everyone else. Like I'm going to do today, with Brenton Klark. Huh? Need to think real hard about my next move with Travis… 

   "Morning Dr Williams." I heard the familiar voice and I smiled at the ageing security guard. He's a good guy, although a little bothersome when he wants in on things that go on behind the thick brick walls of Evergreen psychiatric facility. Sometimes I humour the guy, only because he seems lonely….too.

  "Morning Henry, how's it going today?" I asked, while scanning my card. 

   "Quiet today actually. It's the morning, they're probably still half cut on those meds, I'm sure it won't last long." Then he let out a huffed chuckle. 

   "Well…I'm here for Evergreen's most recent famous nut case." 

  "Oh I see. Well son, better you than me. I'm happy being on this side of the gate. Hope it goes well for you." 

 "Yeah sure," I muttered, then rolled my eyes. "See you later, oh and say hi to your wife for me. That apple pie was incredible." It really wasn't, but I'm not that much of an asshole to say it. I liked the sentiment behind it. 

   "I will do. Good luck Dr Williams." 

   "You can call me Adam. Like I keep telling you, anyway see ya." He nodded and I drove through the thick black iron gates and made my way towards my designated parking spot, just close enough to get out in a rush, if need be. Then my phone started bleeping at me and I saw a message from Travis. 

Travis: Woke up, need to pop into work real quick. When will you be finished?

I sighed and tore my hand through my hair. Best reply to him. 

Me: Going to be here for some hours. I'll message you on my break. 

Travis: You better fill me in on the deets beautiful, I really wanna know what kind of crazy you'll be chatting with today. 

Me: Sure I will. Gotta go, have fun at work. 

Travis: Fun? Well it's definitely not going to be fun. You remember that bitch that got in my craw? Well she's put in some kind of complaint about me. I mean fucking come on, I didn't do shit to that damn fucking woman and it so happens she works at the publishing company not far from the yard I work at. So not fun at all, I'll need extra TLC Adam. Okay. ;)) 

I chuckled at his dramatics, but then I felt this flush of anger at that fucking woman. I want to know what in the hell her problem is with (MY) Travis. But until later I need to deal with Brenton fucking Klark. "Morning Denise. How is it today?" I stood tall by the window that separates me, the crazies and Denise, I mean you need it in a place like this. I've seen men and women being dragged almost by their hair, spitting and kicking and screaming. It was only last week a guy got from an orderly's grip and almost smashed his way through the glass. Denise was terrified, I was surprised she came back at all. 

   "It's very quiet today Adam," She chuckled and then pulled a small amount of her blond hair behind her ear. "I'm glad about that. But I feel for you, I really do. You have a very tough one today Adam, he's nothing like I've seen before…." 

  I stopped her with my hand. "You've seen him?" 

  "Briefly…I erm, I saw him yesterday. He looked at me, so deeply I felt it in my bones. I felt pure Evil Adam. He shouldn't be here, he should be somewhere else." 

  "Why do you think that Denise?" 

  "It's strange. He's crazy, I know that, but it's the kind of crazy that's so silent it's also so loud at the same time. His, erm, silence is terrifying. It felt like he saw right through me…." she paused briefly and cleared the lump I knew she had lodged in her throat. " I felt threatened by his look alone."

  Well fuck. I thought. This guy sounds so fucking interesting. I needed to see him as quickly as possible. "You'll be fine Denise, guys like that enjoy intimidation. Don't worry, you are completely safe." 

  "Thank you Adam. Just sign in here and go through. Be safe, please." 

  I nodded, signed in and gave her a big bright smile which had her blushing. Cute, not my cup of tea though. "I'll be careful. See you soon." Then I left her and breezed through the thick double doors. I took a deep breath in and reveled for a moment in the sounds of pain and anguish. Oh god I love the sound of fucking nutters suffering. Feels good to be here and work my magic on these stupid fucking morons. "Morning Paul. Got anything good?" I asked, making my way towards Paul. 

  "Fuck me, what you doing here?" 

  "What? You didn't know I'm working on Brenton Klark?" 

  "No man. Or I probably wasn't listening," He rubbed at his growing beard. Good looking guy. Thought about him bending me over many times, but he's straight as a plank. "Hey," He whispered by my ear. "Got a blowjob from Zoe only last night." 

  I frowned, then chuckled. "How in the hell did you manage that?" 

  "Well, she was so fucked from the meds she was dribbling everywhere. So I took my chance and stuck my dick in her sloppy mouth." 

  "So you basically raped her mouth?" 

  "Err, no. She nodded, kind of." 

  "No paul, you took advantage of her almost comatosed state and raped her mouth. You sure you shouldn't be on the other side with all these nutters?" 

  "Hey man," He backed away, waving in some kind of innocent protest. "I was just having fun." 

  "Paul, I actually don't give a shit what you do. Today I'm excited to be seeing Brenton Klark. So I need you to walk your perverted ass down that hall and let Lorraine know I'm here."

  "Ahh fuck, yeah. Be right back." I stood there, firm and unwavering thinking about today. Thinking about those supposed demons. But you do know that demons are not real right? Demons are a Metaphor for people who cannot admit that they're just bad people. And guys like Brenton Klark are more likely to encounter others suffering from emotional detachment rather than being stricken by actual real life demons. He believes in the impossible, yet he believes it with all that he is. For Christ's sake he mutilated his girlfriend because of it and damn it's so fucking intriguing. I really want to get into his head, I want to hear what he has to say and maybe, just maybe I'll paint it up a little for him, get more money for me. Why in the hell not? I just love learning everything about these fucking whacko's. Then I saw Paul stomping back towards me. "She wants you in her office. Have fun." I snorted in response and left him to it. Fucking pervert. Anyway, let's deal with this bitch first, then have a hell of a lot of fun today. Then get back to my Travis and have dirty sexy fun with him. The very pinnacle of my desire.