CHAPTER 2
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I shift on the couch uncomfortably and smile at Sarah.
“Thanks, Sarah.” She gives me a smile and leaves.
I stand up to lock the door and pour some water into a glass. I go back to my position and give him a look after gulping down the water. His eyes travel everywhere and he fixates them on me.
“How are you, sir?” I don’t know how to start a conversation with this one.
“What do you think?” He asks sarcastically propping his legs on the glass table his fingers on his chin. I don’t know the answer to this.
“I’m Myra. I will be your therapist.” I decide to take another approach.
“So you are the shrink Ramsey referred me to?” he leans back on the couch, his legs spread on the table. I ignore that and gulp loudly. All my clients are respectful. This one is disrespectful. Ramsey really got me on this.
“Yes sir. I’m your therapist.” I say as friendly as possible. “What’s your name kindly?” how else am I supposed to start this?
“I will skip the introduction part because you know who I’m. Everyone does. In case you don’t, you should google Larry Brown.” He says standing up. He walks to the dispenser and pours some water into a glass.
“I could have done that for you.” I offer kindly crossing my legs.
“What did you say your name is doctor?” he asks and gulps down the water. He pours more into the glass and looks at me.
“I’m doctor Myra.” I say forcing a smile.
“I have hands and ten fingers for that Myra. I can pour myself water without your help.” He says rudely.
I sigh heavily. “Okay sir,” I say forcing a smile. I’m trying hard not to snap at him.
“Don’t you have some strong drink in here doctor?” he asks going back to his couch. He places the glass on the table and lies on the couch his back against the couch, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
“No sir. I can’t serve alcohol to my patients.”
“I see.” He says and turns on his side to look at me. “What did you say your name is?” he asks again. He is so irritating. I just told him my name few seconds ago and he is still asking who I’m.
“I’m Myra.” I tell him my name for the third time resisting the urge to snap at him.
Everything on him spells of richness. His suit, his shoes, his cologne whose scent has filled the office, simply everything about him. The bad part is that he is rude. I can smell arrogance from far. I dread the time Ramsey called me to his office to tell me that I will be handling this one. I hate it.
“Who gave you the name?” he asks with a stoic expression.
“My parents sir.” I say and shift on the sofa. “Are you comfortable now? You can talk to me.” I just want to get done with this. I wish he would have gone to see someone else.
“I want to kill someone.” He says bitterly.
“Who?”
“You. I want to kill you doctor.” I’m not surprised. I hear worse than this.
“Why do you want to kill me sir?” I ask my eyes not leaving mine.
“Because you don’t deserve to live.” He says with a smirk.
“Are you okay?”
“Do I look okay to you?” he snaps. “I want to kill my father. I want to grip his neck and wring it until he dies.” He says. I notice his jaw clench.
“Why do you want to kill him?” I ask calmly.
“Because I can’t stand him.” He sits and props his legs on the table.
“Why can’t you stand him?” I ask writing down something.
“Because he is a jerk.”
“Sorry about that. Tell me more.” I urge him on.
“The dude is cheating on my mother.” He says bitterly.
“And how does that make you feel?”
“I already told you I want to kill him so you can guess I feel bad about it.” He snaps.
“Tell me more.” I can tell there is more he wants to say.
“He is an asshole. A deadbeat father who is hardly there for us.”
“You and who?” I ask nodding.
“My sister. She is in college.” He says and lies on the couch again, his stomach down but looking at me.
“So he has never been there for you?”
“I thought I said hardly doctor!” he snaps. “Weren’t you listening to me?”
I sigh heavily. “Okay sir. What makes you say he is not there for you?”
“I know my father better than you Myra or whatever your name is.”
This is hard. I reach for my water and sip some of it. I take a deep breath and look at him.
“I’m here to help you Mr. Larry. That’s why I need to know how you feel and what is going on in your mind.
“He was always out. No time for us. For mum too. Mostly outside the country. He was an absentee father. Mum is the one who was there. I didn’t know he was cheating until I caught him in the act.”
“Where was he?”
“In their house. My mum was not around. Went to see him and caught him on our couch with a b***h young enough to be his daughter.”
“How did you react?”
“I just poured cold water on them.” He says laughing. “You should have seen their faces.”
“How does doing that make you feel?”
“Good but I’m still not yet happy.”
“What do you think you should have done?”
“Burnt their ugly asses with hot water. Or better yet burnt that house down but my mother and sister live there so I couldn’t.”
“What do you feel like doing right now?”
“Strangle him. Hunt that b***h down and kill her.”
“Do you think that will solve anything?”
“yes. It will make me feel at ease. I hate him.” He grits his teeth and stands up. I watch him pour some water into his glass and walk to my desk. He props on it and I have to take another seat so that I can look at him directly. Can’t wait for this to be over. I will always dread his sessions. I know this is not going to be the last one but I hope against hope that it will be the last one.
“Does your mother know?”
“What? That her husband is a dickhead? I guess she knows.” He shrugs.
“What if you do something else?” I suggest knowing well that he will snap at me.
“What?” he asks obviously disinterested.
“How about you do something that gets you occupied and you won’t think about going after him?”
“Do you think that I’m jobless? I have work that keeps me occupied so that is a terrible idea. Which university did you go to? Those lecturers should be sued. Being a shrink is not something you should do.” He raises his voice.
I resist hurling my glass at him and shift on the seat for the umpteenth time.
“It will help you sir.”
“What will help? You are so dumb.”
“Just write what he has done on a piece of paper and burn it down. That will help.” I suggest.
He jumps to the floor and glares at me. “How about I do this?” he says with a smirk.
“What do you have in mind?”
“To tell you to kiss my ass. Thanks for wasting my time.” He opens the door and leaves banging it behind him.
The hell? This is not going to work. I take some water and walk out. I head to Ramsey’s office cursing him silently.
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