Page 19 of Needing to Fall
“You know you’ll get out of here a lot quicker if you just talk and get it over with,” Lynx said calmly. “Or do you want to be stuck in this place?”
My eyes focused on him. While handsome in the don’t-fuck-with-me way, he was seriously an ass.
He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit if you stay in here or don’t. All I know is that I have shit to do when I get out of here.”
“And what would that be, Lynx?” the doctor asked.
Lynx smiled in a sinful and devilish way, like he knew exactly what he was going to do and how to do it. I couldn’t help my curiosity of wanting to know what it was.
“Now, doc, I may have shit floating around in my head, but I’m not fucking stupid.”
I had to agree with him on that one. He might have issues—didn’t we all?—but he was smart. He seemed to know this system much better than I did. Was it wrong that I wanted to pick his brain and find the key to getting the hell out of here?
“I’d like to know,” I said quietly, but Lynx shook his head.
His gaze didn’t leave me. “No fucking way. Doc may be here to ‘help’ us, but don’t mistake that for him not burning your ass if you say something he thinks needs to involve authorities.”
I figured that, but I couldn’t help it. I really wanted to know, almost to a point that I would like to get him alone to find out. It kept spinning in my head the entire time I was there. Something in me needed to know, needed to get it. I didn’t know why at the time, but it was strong and pulsing, pulling me hard.
Five minutes before the session was over, the doc asked me, “Reign, want to tell us why you’re in here?”
I was tired from all the talking back and forth between Lynx and the doctor. I was tired of thinking. I was just plain, old tired.
“Because the guy I thought was dead for the past five years is alive and happy with a woman and a kid.” My words came out before I filtered them. I had been cruising on autopilot for the past hour or so, and my damn mouth got away from me.
Anger pulsed in the room like a thick shroud.
“You’re in here over a guy?” Lynx clipped at me. For the first time in that hour, the fog began to drift away. “You have got to be fucking shitting me. All that shit you’dseen.” He said the word like he didn’t believe me, causing the fire to come back into my veins. “All that and what put you over the fucking edge was a guy? You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” He rubbed both hands over his bald head in a manly act of frustration.
“Fuck off! No one asked you for your insightful comments,” I clipped, turning back to the doctor. “I have nothing in common with this man. I don’t want to have sessions with him anymore.”
“That isn’t your choice.” His calmness pissed me off more.
“Why the fuck won’t you just let me out of this damn nightmare so I can end it all!” I screamed aloud, standing from my chair and planting my hands on the doctor’s desk. “We are wasting all this fucking time on nothing!” I shrieked. “Do you think any of this is going to change what I’m going to do? Let me the fuck out of here!” I yelled loudly, so loudly the door opened and a big, beefy man came through, closed it, and then stood with his arms crossed over his chest. Great.
“Calm down,” the doctor told me.
“Fuck calm,” I bit back as I felt Lynx’s eyes on me while I glared at the doctor. “Let. Me. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here,” I snarled.
“Reign, I can’t do that when you are telling me, as soon as I do, you are taking your life. It isn’t possible.”
I growled, seriously growled at the man.
“You do realize that all you have to do is tell him you don’t feel that way anymore.”
My head snapped to Lynx, his words penetrating. An escape.
“Lynx, don’t,” the doctor warned, but Lynx didn’t listen.
“They have to keep you for five days to make sure what you said is true, that you are not a danger, but then they have to let you go.”
My mind began filling in the blanks of what Lynx was saying yet wasn’t really saying. If I said those words, I would have to prove to all of them in the next five days that I was normal, whatever in the hell that was. After that, I could get out of here and see freedom again. Fuck yes.
As my mind processed this for long moments, the air in the room had a slight chill to it.
“I don’t feel that way anymore,” I told the doctor, looking at Lynx.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” the doctor stated, scowling at Lynx.
