Reid
After my attack on Dr Mercy, the security guards immediately handed me over to the police. I have been sitting in the police station now for over an hour. No one has told me if I’m being charged, or what the fuck’s going on. I just know it’s been enough time to realise I made a monumental fuck up. In my moment of weakness, I was convinced Dr Mercy was Scarlet.
I’m always fucking convincing myself it’s her!
Shit! And now I’ve gone and fucked it all up. She’ll be traumatised and quite rightly won’t want to treat me anymore. Hell, maybe I should accept her offer and admit that I need medication. I know she’s not qualified to write prescriptions, but she said she knows someone who can. That’s if I let her help me.
Maybe I’ll have little choice.
The door opens, and I frown when I see who opens it. “Officer Fuck Face, what are you doing here? I thought you were Guardia Civil, not Old Bill.” I smirk. “Hey, that rhymes.” I’m still reeling over the fact he stole from me, but I’ll be damned if I let him see it.
“I was here for another reason when I found out you were here,” he says, taking a seat opposite me.
“So, to what do I owe this fantastic pleasure? Come to gloat about the money you stole?” I look at his wrist, noticing a brand new expensive-looking gold watch. “I see you’ve been spending it already.”
He offers a knowing smirk, but doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he leans forward and places his hands on the table. “Are you fucking her?”
I frown. “Who?”
“Your therapist. I can understand why you’d want to. If I get my chance, I’ll fuck her pussy raw myself.”
Snapping out of my chair, I grab him by his neck. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”
He glares at me. “You better let me go, amigo, or I’ll break every fucking bone in your hand.”
Reluctantly, I release my grip, slinking back into my chair. Officer Fuck Face’s glare turns into a smirk. “That’s better. I see she is your weakness.” When I don’t answer, he says, “So, are you fucking her?”
“No.”
He regards me for a moment before crossing his arms in front of him. He sucks in a breath. “If I had my way, you’d be locked up for what you’ve done, but for some unknown reason, she doesn’t want to press charges.”
I snap my eyes up to look at him. “What?”
I watch as he rises from his seat and pushes his chair forward. “She’s outside and has requested that she speak with you before you’re released. But I must warn you before I go. Lay one more hand on her and I will break every bone in your body. Got it?”
I nod. That’s about the one and only thing he and I will agree on. I was wrong to do what I did, and I’ll say I’m wrong. She’s not Scarlet. If it had been her, she would have revelled in my touch. She would have revelled in my rough hands forcing my way over her.
Fuck Face reaches the door, but before he opens, he turns to face me. “I’ll be watching you.” He winks, and then, soon after, he leaves. I know that was a veiled threat. Whether he means watching me now, or in general, I don’t know. I can hazard a guess at the latter.
Within a few seconds, the door opens and in walks Dr Mercy. She looks timid and flushed like she’s uncomfortable.
I made her that way.
I have this desperate urge to get out of my seat and go to her, but I know that if I do it’ll frighten her. “I’m not going to touch you,” I say as a way of making her feel better.
Man, I’m becoming a pussy.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you. I really don’t know what came over me.”
Sitting down in the seat opposite me, she nods. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea if I continue to treat you. I can recommend—”
I lean forward, stopping her before she continues. “No, please. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
She shakes her head. “I think I remind you too much of the one person you won’t allow yourself to get over. You have always thought I was Scarlet, but that belief has now manifested itself in your actions now. I’m not making you better. I’m making you worse.”
I vehemently shake my head. “No, no, no,” I urge. “You have it all wrong. Since I met you, I feel like I can breathe again.” She gives me a look like she’s not convinced. I sigh. “I know I haven’t come across that way, but every time I come away from one of our sessions, I feel better. Please don’t turn me away now. I’ll do anything.” Feeling desperate, I say, “Hell, I’ll accept the medication. Get your doctor friend to prescribe something. I’ll take anything. Just please don’t leave me when I need you the most.” I implore her with my eyes and can already tell it’s working. Her face, which was guarded, has softened somewhat.
“You’ll take medication for your depression and mood swings?”
I nod. “Yes, anything. Give me electric shock treatment if you feel that’s necessary.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “That won’t be necessary, Reece, but you do need to admit you need help, and you need to accept it. In fact, that was one of the conditions of your release.”
I nod. “Okay, I’ll accept. Just don’t shut me out. Please,” I beg, almost fluttering my eyelashes.
What the fuck’s gotten into me?
She smiles, and I know I’ve got her. “Okay, I will continue treating you on the condition that you let me get you a prescription. But, I have to warn you, Reece. Pull a stunt like that again, and you’re gone. Do you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” I answer back.