Falling For Evil 

Part Nine

  As per usual I breezed into Lorraine's office. She's sitting there in her usual smug way, half grinning at me. "Morning Adam. How are you today?" She asked in the same way she's asks her fucking patients. Smug, know it all bitch. But she doesn't know it all. She likes to pretend that she does, tries to play the part when it is daddy who bails her out of any given situation. She only got this position because of daddy, a real daddy's girl, probably fucking him too. I chuckled out loud, not meaning to. "Why are you chuckling Adam?" 

   "No reason. What do you want?" 

  "You're here to see Brenton Klark? Why you?" 

  "Why not? I am the best in the field Lorraine. But you know me, I like the difficult ones."

  "Sure you do Adam, but why…" 

   I cut in. "Have you ever actually really talked to someone so twisted, they make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and big shudders spread down your spine to settle in your gut when you realise who or what they've done?"

  "I've spoken to many patients, Adam. It's nothing I can't handle." 

  "Really? I see." I replied and scratched at my chin, for dramatics obviously and the fact it always gets to her. "If it's something (you) can handle," I emphasised with my fingers, making her screw her nose up in disgust. "Why did your daddy ask me to see him then and not you?" 

  "Because he hurt his girlfriend…" I chuckled again, I just can't get enough of this woman's stupidity. Really. "....Don't laugh at me Adam!" Her shrill voice gets me in the gut. God! I wish I could strangle the bitch, a more personal experience. 

   "It was more of a chuckle Lorraine. Yet you seem to not really understand the severity of the situation and what Brenton Klark is. He didn't merely hurt his girlfriend, he mutilated her. Did you just breeze over his file thinking he's just another nut to add to the list? Do you ever take notice of anything that goes on in this place?"

 "Of course I do!" She yelled, then paused briefly, getting back at least some of her supposed composure. 

"Well then," I whispered and moved closer to her. Her perfume is nasty. "You'd know that Paul face fucked…" I paused briefly. "More like face raped Zoe last night. Luckily for him she was heavily sedated or he'd have no dick. Why don't you look into that Lorraine and let me do the real work."

  "You…You What?" Oh her mortified face is extremely satisfying to say the least, I guess. “You liar…”

  “Oh but I'm really not, you know me Lorraine, when have I ever lied to you? Anyway, I'm off, have a fun day today and as you like to say… Don't forget to smile." I huffed out a small laugh and left her sitting at her desk, mouth hung open. I wonder if she'll actually do anything of any importance today. Most likely not. But you bet your bottom dollar she'll go running to daddy and tell him how I bully her. But what she doesn't know is her (daddy) likes to inappropriately touch the younger patients. I have it on video, all of his nasty deeds. He won't do shit to me. He even offered me Lorraine's said position. I refused, why in the hell would I want to be stuck on paperwork and way too much sitting on my ass in a huge office day in day out, when I could be getting into the minds of these crazy ass holes instead. You weigh it up. You'd have done the same. "Hey Bernard. You look bored as hell." 

   "Oh, hey Adam. It's not very lively today, but then again it's still early. You need me to come in with you on this one?" 

  "Nah, you're good. Just be outside the door today. I'll call you if I need you." 

  "Gotcha. I'll go get him for you." 

  “Thank you.” I smiled to myself and made my way into the room. It's small, gloomy and it stinks, such a pungent smell of urine. Seriously? This is fucking stupid and beyond me, but I won't argue about how many diseases could be floating around this room, I'm here for kicks after all, sanitation can wait until I'm home, then I can scrub my skin until it's thoroughly clean, squeaky so. Then I thought about Travis. Oh my beautiful crazy Travis. I really am crackers, I'm losing my sanity, because you must never feel anything for those nutters or killers for they cry crocodile tears. They only feel sorry for the predicament they find themselves in. Those tears, however convincing they may appear to be, are selfishly designed to elicit compassion from you. In reality they don't care a damn about the suffering they have caused. Not one bit. Yet I fell for Travis. I crash landed right in the palms of his hands. It's so unethical on my part, but one cannot ignore a creature as sublime as my Travis. 

  The door creaked open, Bernard walked slowly into the room with Brenton scuffling left and right, his shoulders hunched in, his breathing light and fast. Bernard sat Brenton in the chair opposite me and cuffed his wrists on the table so the guy couldn't try to attack me, he then shackled Brenton’s ankles to the floor. I've seen this so many times, it's boring waiting. “I'll just be outside the door Dr, Williams.”

  I nodded to Bernard, then set my eyes upon Brenton. Hmmmm, I thought. He looks like he's not been eating and he smells worse than the room I wanted to vomit. I can feel the sting of bile at the back of my throat and I shuddered, trying to hold it down. “So,” I said, pulling notes from my bag. “You look like shit.” I mumbled, which made him chuckle. “Are you protesting or something? You look almost starved and you fucking stink like shit too.” I kept my voice quiet, I can't have my awesome rep ruined by Bernard hearing me cuss a patient. 

  “Fucking shrinks.” He mumbled. 

  “Oh, what's that? Did you say something?” I leant over the table a little and grabbed his face, pulling his eyes to mine. “Shrinks you say? Oh Brenton Klark, you mistake me. I'm nothing like those nodding fuck holes, I'm way more interesting than that.” I gave him a huge grin, his eyes bulged a tiny bit, just enough to have me chuckling and letting go of his filthy fucking face. “So, where's your demons?”

 “I'm sitting right in front of one.” He mumbled. 

 “Huh, I see,” I scribbled a few notes on my pad. The usual. Unkempt. Needs more attention to dietary needs. Nonchalant. “Do I have horns and a whipping tale? Or do I look evil to you.”

  “I don't want to listen to your snivelling psycho babble, now give me details, are people happy, laughing, arguing, what?”

  “Really? You want to know about the wonderful outside world, full of your so-called demons?”

  “This world is fucked anyway, regardless.”

  “I can and honestly will agree with you there. The world is completely fucked. Anyway, your girlfriend survived by the way. She's pretty mangled.”

  “That fucking demon bitch needs to die before she sucks and fucks every man to death.” He spat. You could feel the venom from his words swirling around you, it's so fucking exciting. 

  “Sooooooo……She's a succubus, right? Or just a dirty whore you passed off as a demon because you 're pissed off that she cheated on you? Am I right? Or enlighten me Brenton.”

   “Have you ever tried to save someone worth saving? Dr Williams.”

  “There's no saving you, but yes actually.” My Travis. I thought. 

  “You are literally spitting glitter and fucking rainbows Dr, Williams. You a queer?”

  “Why? You want to be bent over and fucked stupid? Or does this queer fill you with disgust.”

  Brenton clicked his gums and turned his gaze from me to the wall where a shitty smiling emoji poster was barely hanging with the famous words (Don't forget to smile) on it in bold black writing. “You're all fucking demons. Out to get my soul. They like tortured souls the most you know.”

  “Well of course they would, they're more fun to play around with.” I remember having some religious nut some time ago try to (save) my soul by shoving his god down my throat. I made him eat each and every one of his words, and threw his stupid religion into a cave of doubt.

  “Play with? sure sure.” He said quietly. I'm assuming he's not going to be easy on me today. Maybe I could leave him with something to think about, then maybe we can have a decent conversation next time, because as of now….. I'm extremely disappointed. All that fucking excitement for this?  What a load of horse shit. 

  “Look around you Brenton, we are all in our own personal hells. There is no heaven, there is no God or demons, just an angry kid with god-like powers holding a magnifying glass over us all while we burn in the sun. Is that what you want to hear? Or maybe, it's all in your head, that everything you feel or hear feels very real and yet it's not because you're just a sad cliché nut job passing off demons to condone what you did.”

  “You're full of shit!” He yelled. Which had me grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You're the biggest demon so far! Fuck you, you fucking faggot! I'll kill you!” Bernard rushed into the room, trying his hardest to calm down a venom spitting Brenton. “I fucking swear I will kill you…” My inner me was clapping his hands with glee as another orderly came rushing to Bernard's aid with a big shot of old daisy tranquiliser. “..... Fu…. cking….Kill….” How disappointing. How boring. So fucking lame. 

  “Dr, William's, are you okay?” Bernard looked so distressed. I like the guy. 

   “I'm good Bernard. It's nothing new. You best get him back to his hole.”

  “Oh, erm, right. Then I'll be seeing you again soon?”

   “Sure.” I said around a smile. Then calmly picked up my things and left. You're probably wondering why I'm so fucking cruel at times. Well, it's because of my fucking mother. I was just a kid at the time when she declared herself a widow and yet didn't bother to even have a funeral for my father. She didn't grieve long either, and before I knew it, she started to constantly pick up men from local bars. I started to hate my mother for not showing my dad any respect and picking up some of the worst types of men. They had no respect for her, or anyone else for that matter, and littered the house with alcohol bottles, trash and clothes. One day I tried to clean up the house, instead all I got was a concussion. She grabbed me by the back of my neck slamming me down on the floor over and over again. I was surprised that she didn't break my skull open like a coconut. She flew into such a rage that she grabbed a bottle of everclear alcohol and forced my jaw open as she poured the entire bottle down my throat. It burned so bad that it left me gagging, choking and gasping for air. It was like she poured liquid fire down my throat. I wished death on her every day, every night after that until I left. I wanted to help others who had suffered abuse at the hands of people who were supposed to to love you the most, instead I turned into something much much worse over time. But anyway. Forget that shit, I need out of here and a very strong drink along with a full dose of Travis. I'm pretty much done with that place. Actually, I'm pretty much done with everything that's not Travis. 

So fucking lame…….