Wahoo! The next chapter of CaUR is up! This is awesome!

Dylan: *facepalm*

Me: *snickers* this is fun.

Dylan: Why do you hate me? *holds up his hand when she opens her mouth* Don't answer that.

Me: Good. cuz it would take too long to list the reasons. *hears Interesting Fang crack up in the background*

Dylna: Would you just post the damn thing?

Me: Whoa. Dylna. PG please. I need to keep this a T rating, thankyou. Now do your thing!

Dylan: Pain doesn't own anything.

Me: yup! THat would be my man Jimmy P.!

enjoy Dylan's humiliation...

Therapy with Dr. Pain; Part I

Dylan's POV

"The doctor will se you now." Said the blonde boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen. I put down the magazine and stood up. The boy winked in my general direction at I walked passed. I saw on his nametage it said "Gaymo Iggy." Odd name.

I walked through the door and looked at a tiny little couch. The doc turned around. She had brown, extremely curly hair and she looked about fourteen.

"Hello Dylan." She said smoothly. "Take a seat and we will begin." I sat. "I am Dr. Pain."

I shuddered. "Uh… are you even old enough to have a job?" I asked. Dr. Pain didn't sound like a very nice name.

"No. No I am not." She said and smiled.

"Then how—?"

"I'll ask the questions!" She stomped her foot and immediately her scrunched-up-in-frustration face turned back into a sweet smile. "Now. What seems to be the problem?"

"I…I don't know." I said, still stunned that the child could have so much force in her voice. Wow. "I got tricked into coming here. I think I was drugged or something, but they have on tape that I swore I'd come here if I lost a bet. And I did." I said, pouting.

"Mhm." She said and typed something in her computer. "Interesting. And how does that make you feel?" She asked. Her eyes got all innocent and big.

"Mad." I said and crossed my arms.

"And can you tell me who they is?" sHe asked, typing.

"No. I can't. She'd kill me if I told you who she was."

"Mhm." she wrote. "Why don't you lay back and let the feelings just come out?" She gently pushed on my shoulder so I was lying back in the tiny couch/recliner thing.

"Now I'm going to say a word and I want you to say the first thing that comes to your mind." She said as she typed. "Pain."

"Scientists." I said immediately.

"Good." She typed. "Love."

"Max." No doubt about it.

"Silent."

"Fang."

"Bombs."

"Iggy."

"Gas."

"Gazzy."

"Thoughts."

"Angel." It just kind of spilled out.

"Chatty."

"Nudge."

"Chocolate Chip."

"Max."

"Pain."

"Just Plain pain."

"Burned."

"ITEX."

"Father."

"Dr. Gunther-Hagen."

"Mother?"

I gave her a look.

"Okay. No mother. Got it." She scratched something out on a paper then went back to typing. "Love."

"We already did that one."

"Just answer is." She demanded.

"Fine. Max."

"Betrayal."

"Jeb."

"Just Plain Pain."

"Captured.

"Snake."

"Poison."

"Fire."

"Ouch.

"Burned."

"Fire."

"Witch."

"And wizard." I smiled.

"Head."

"Desk."

"Face."

"Palm."

"Eye."

"Roll."

"Foot."

"Up yo butt!" I shouted.

We looked at each other and started cracking up.

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