Disclaimer: I do not own Derek Vinyard. I do own Madison Long.
Madison sat in the front seat of her car, panicking on the phone with Dr. Sweeney. She argued with him about stepping into the state prison.
"Look Doctor, I don't see why I have to do this alone. Why can't you come here with me?" she asked sounding much like a five year old.
"Because Madison. He will refuse to see me right now… this needs to happen slowly so that he can adjust. You and I both know this all too well," Sweeny said. Madison nodded her head.
"Yes. I do know," she replied softly. Dr. Sweeney sighed.
"Look just breathe for a few minutes before you step in there, okay?" he advised. Madison had to admit that Sweeney was a brilliant man.
"Alright. All I have to do is sit there and listen. There will be glass between us right?" she asked nervously.
"Um… about that… you are required to go in a private room with him, "he stated knowing that Madison would continue to panic even more.
"What?!" she shouted over the phone.
"You are considered a worker for the state; therefore, you must act like a stat psychiatrist. They are required to talk with their clients personally. But, if anything goes wrong then he will be removed from the room and he will only see you through plate glass," Sweeney explained trying to bring Madison back down.
"Oh, great… now I might get shanked on the job," she said, Sweeney trying to hold back his laughter a little bit.
"It's okay Madison. Now I have to go but call me as soon as you get out okay? And breathe!" he warned. Madison nodded.
"Bye," she spoke softly.
"Goodbye Madison."
Madison closed her cell phone and heaved it onto the floor of her car. She gripped the stirring wheel tightly with both hands and breathed loudly through her nose and out her mouth. She was about to go into the snake pit. She got out her car and immediately felt the weakness in her knees start up. She walked over to the prison, sweat forming on her brow. She did not want to walk inside.
After going through the insane amount of security precautions, she was shown to the room and was told to wait fro Derek. She was hesitant about seeing Derek. Months had passed from her last interaction with Derek. And the bad thing was the fact that is wasn't a pleasant one. But she couldn't help but have those few sexual feelings linger around inside of her. He was everything she liked in a man (except his racism beliefs). Her body nearly shuddered when she thought about his body under that thin whit t-shirt she had seen him in once.
The door jerked opened, causing Madison to jump. Two security men dragged in Derek Vinyard. He looked around the room and quickly made eye contact with Madison. He didn't look very happy to see her. Wow, Derek though to himself when he saw her. She looked even better in that black pencil skirt and the white button down top. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at her cleavage hiding in the blouse. Madison bent over and shuffled through her leather bag. The officers went through the routine and explained the rules to Derek. He regrettably agreed. After about ten minutes or so, it was just Madison and Derek alone. Madison smiled at Derek, who seemed to be unamused, and sat down with a legal notepad and a pen.
"Hello Derek," she greeted him politely.
"Look, let's cut the bullshit and tell me why the fuck you're here to see me," he said bluntly. Madison shrugged her shoulders. Why should she play nice anymore?
"Because I was hired by the state to evaluate your stupid ass so sit tight and we'll all leave happy, got it?" she said angrily. Derek's eyes widened. He could feel his heart beat fastening. He laughed softly.
"Are you allowed to talk to a patient like that… doctor?" Derek asked condescendingly.
"If a patient acts the way you do," she lied. Derek had been silenced. Madison looked through her bag one more time form another notepad.
"So what could you possibly want to talk about? My condition," Derek piped up again. Madison began to take notes.
"Well, why don't we start with why your in this shithole," she said looking straight into Derek's eyes. There was a fire behind his glare.
"What the fuck is there to talk about? The sentence was passed down and now I'm fuckin' serving it," he said, raising his voice.
"Are you telling me that you don't think you did anything wrong?" Derek shook his head.
"What does it fucking sound like," he retorted. He was refusing to cooperate.
"Look, you need to realize that you raising your voice at me and swearing every five seconds is not going to make me stop asking you questions. So shut your trap or I will make you," she threatened. Derek had never been addressed like that before. Stacy had never disagreed with anything that came out of Derek's mouth and she rarely had the attitude that Madison had. It turned him on.
"Are you personally going to jump over this table and make me clam up?" he asked.
"I know you are testing my patience Derek. The problem is… you still don't realize that I have all the patience in the world," Madison reasoned with him. Derek leaned back in his metal chair and the cold steel press against his thin T-shirt.
"Aren't you even curious about your family? Why won't you let them come visit you?" she asked concerned. Derek didn't say anything. Madison realized that Derek wasn't the type of person who would just open to a stranger. A buzzer went off in the room letting the two know that time was up. She was bound to get more time the more she came. Two officers walked in and started to cuff Derek up.
"Well, it looks like our time is up, Mr. Vinyard," Madison said. Derek looked up at her trying to comprehend the fact that she had just called him "Mister" Vinyard.
"I'll see you real soon," she said packing up her belongings. Derek looked at her one last time before he was pushed out.
Later on that night, while he was sitting alone in his cell, he couldn't help but think about his family and how they all were enjoying Dr. Long's presence.