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“I can’t ever tell if you are joking,” I remark.
“Slightly. Psychiatrist or not, I’d kill for you,” he says. “My next appointment is about to be here. See you tonight?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “See ya, man.”
Against better judgment, I text her.
Am I really canceling your appointments, or are you not mad at me anymore?
Myra
Don’t cancel them.
I was never mad… I’m just scared.
I have to report it, Myra. You know that, right?
I know… Kinda hate that you are such a good guy, ya know? Why can’t you be shitty like everyone else in my life?
Someone has to teach you how to smile!
I’m learning… Slowly.
When?
I’m calling now, but it won’t be an official report. I’m serious, though. Call me if things escalate. Okay?
Okay…
I’m serious, Myra. I don’t care what time it is. Call me until I answer. I will come and get you if I have to.
Sometimes I wish you weren’t my psychiatrist… A girl can dream, though, right?
Chapter Three
Myra
I am freaking thefuck out, pacing the living room while Leon stands on the porch with a cop. Why in the fuck did the cops come? It was an unofficial report, not me pressing charges. He’s going to fucking kill me. I’m about to have to lie my ass off. If he calls Dad, I’m well and truly fucked.
“Thanks, man,” Leon says, almost laughing as he comes in.
“Who was that?” I ask, playing dumb.
“A friend of mine from the police station,” he says simply.
“Oh…”
“Care to tell me why there’s a rape report with my name on it?” he asks, walking closer. I back myself away, but end up hitting a wall. “Hmm? Oh, or that I was taking indecent liberties with a patient? Care to explain that, Myra?”
“I d-don’t know,” I stammer. Leon abruptly grabs my chin and slams my head back against the wall.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he growls. “Tell me the goddamn truth. What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” I say tearfully.
“Why the fuck did he show up then? Huh? He said an unofficial report was made, and he came to warn me. What the fuck did you say to the cops?” he screams in my face as I start to cry.
“I didn’t say anything,” I say through my tears.
