It's smells more than crap in here. This cell is just a 10X10 square of crap.
The bed feels like sharp rocks...frankly the toilet is disturbing.
I'm laying on the bed trying to entertain myself with my thoughts wondering what the bat is up to, missing my knives...wondering about Harlene..
Now the petite blond plagues my thoughts now and then but only because my curiosity gets the better of me. I just know there's more to her then what she lets everyone see and I'm more than willing to see the real Dr. Quinzel.
"Come on freak show! Your session starts now"
The oh so nice guard grabs me by the arm and shoves me out of my cell. I'm cuffed and escorted into the small session room where Harlene sits...her legs crossed, her skirt hiking up just enough to show off that creamy skin of hers...mhm all for me.
"Good morning Mr.J how are you feeling today?"
I snicker and take a sit opposite of her. "Me? Well taking that my 'neighbor' never shut up and some guy started screaming at 4 in the morning for no reason what so ever oh plus the pill they gave me got me all hyper so I didn't sleep"
Her wide eyes just made me giggle. I started cracking my knuckles and humming softly to myself.
"Well...I'm sorry your night wasn't pleasant at all I'm talking with one of the doctors about your meds and I'm putting you on something softer to start"
I roll my eyes and tap my fingers on the table.
"I don't want meds shoved down my throat doll face its quite annoying"
She fixes her glasses and gives me a stern look taping her pen on the table.
"Well we can't trust you taking them by yourself and the last time the doctor try to give you one..."
"I bit of his finger HAAHAAA!!! How is Doctor Anthony?"
She sighs and runs her fingers over her hair.
"Well he doesn't have an index finger and if he see's you he might have a panic attack...again and its doctor Quinzel"
I sit back and place my hands on my stomach. I watch her carefully, I take note of all her details, the way she curls her fingers over her hair when she's frustrated, and how her eyes always stare at me when she thinks I don't see her. Small details but very important for what I want to do.
"Yeah yeah...tell me something doc what do you do to get away from here?"
Her soft ocean eyes connect with my mine.
"Why does that concern you?"
I shrug and give her my best innocent look.
"Oh can't I be curious what my pretty young doc does on her weekends?"
Her blush is just too cute, she moves bit on her chair trying to shake off the complement...interesting.
"Well I go out sometimes...mostly I'm at home fixing it up on occasion I spend time with my old college friends"
I lean in a bit on the table.
"What about the love life doc? Got a have a boyfriend on speed dial"
She stiffs a bit and looks away.
"No...Not lately...works been hectic and i havent met a nice guy..."
Time to move in for the kill.
"What if a guy like me came up to you, what would you do?"
Her face is priceless. A mixture of shock and curiosity.
"I don't understand"
I motion with my tongue to my scars and her eyes dart for the window.
"I don't care about physical appearance...it's all about the personality"
She gets up and walks over to the window.
"Being shallow is just not my thing..."
I get up and walk over to her; she turns around and stares at me her eyes questioning so many things.
"Girls like you don't dig guys like me...it's like a law all you women like rich guys like Wayne"
She turns around furrowing her brow.
"That's not true; sometimes the rich guys are ruder that what you expect...besides a guy like you falls on another section"
I get a little closer to her enjoying how she stiffens and practically becomes one with the wall.
"What section em I?"
My eyes never leave hers. I do all I can to trap her within my gaze.
I chuckle and get even closer to her. My face a few inches away from hers.
"Is your bad boy faze over Harlene?"
She swallows hard, her body fighting to get closer to mine, I lean in just an inch more.
"Well Harl is it?"
Her face gets closer to mine I feel her lips softly brush mine almost feather like, she places her hand on my chest, my cuffed hands hold on to her doctors coat keeping her in place.
Hmm tougher than what she looks.
"This is going too far...your my patient and im your doctor that's all! Understand?"
She steps aside and goes over to the table gathering her notes and papers. I watch amazed at how much self control this woman has.
She turned around and gave me one final look.
"I'll see you next week"
I nod and watch her leave. The door closes with a loud thud; I turn around and stare out the window.
"Your layers are peeling off doll face...hahha"
As I laugh softly to myself the ghostly feeling of her lips doesn't leave me.