Page 52 of Never Lie
I don’t let go of his arm until he relaxes. He lets out a sigh. “Fine. You’re the shrink. You know what’s best.”
The doorbell doesn’t ring again but I’m not kidding myself that EJ has gone away. I look down at the screen of my phone while Luke tends to our dinner. After a few seconds, the message appears on the screen:
I know you’re home.
I glance up at Luke, then type my response:I’m busy.
Busy with your boyfriend?
Of course, EJ would know about Luke. I could never keep any relationship of mine a secret from him. Usually though, when he shows up late at night, he picks nights when Luke isn’t here. He’s becoming bolder.
I need an appointment with you, Dr. Hale.
I’m busy now. I can see you tomorrow afternoon.
No. Tomorrow morning.
I bite down on my lower lip. He always does this. He pushes the boundaries to see what he can make me do. Will he go public with that video just because I refuse to see him in the morning instead of the afternoon? I assume not. But I don’t know for sure. And he’s so impulsive, he might do it in a moment of rage. So I must play the game.
I am at his whim. I promised him weekly appointments, but it’s become two or three times a week. They are not productive appointments. Often, he makes me listen to him describe his sexual exploits in disgusting detail. Worst of all, there’s always the suggestion that I might want to join in. But he hasn’t forced the issue.
Yet.
Fine, I type.Tomorrow morning at 10. Please be prompt.
I always am.
Chapter 29
Transcript of Recording
This is session 179 with EJ, a 29-year-old man suffering from narcissistic personality disorder.
“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Doc.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?”
“Don’t say it like that. You like our appointments as much as I do.”
“What can I help you with today?”
“Here’s the thing. Yesterday I went for a run. That was your advice, that I should be more active. So I was trying to do what you suggested.”
“That’s great.”
“Yeah, except when I was running, I twisted my knee.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“It hurts a lot. On a scale of one to ten, the pain is like a twelve.”
“You didn’t seem to be limping.”
“It’s not that kind of pain. Trust me, it hurts a lot. Deep inside.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“So maybe you can help me out. Especially since it’s your fault. I mean, you’re the one who told me to go running.”
