Chapter 10: And the Evaluation Is…
Maggie sat alone in the consultant room the next morning, eager for this meeting to be over, as she knew that soon the sessions would finally be over and she would be leaving Springwood, back home to Central City.
Her head jerked towards the door as an enraged voice boomed out from the other side, "Like what I say matters, you dick!"
The door opened revealing a flustered Ms Higginbottom, who swiftly snapped her cell phone shut as she entered the room. "I'm sorry for that little outburst" she apologised.
"No problem. I get that too, little rages of anger," responded Maggie.
Ms Higginbottom weakly smiled and settled on her seat as the ladies began to wait for the emergence of Freddy. Soon, the smoke started to filter from beneath the rim of the door as usual and then seconds later Freddy appeared grinning like the madman he was. In his left hand was Chucky, who literally had cutlery stuck in his ears, mouth and nostrils. "Get these things out of me!"
"Well, you've got to say the magic word" hissed Freddy.
"Now, you bastard" the doll roared.
Freddy smirked, shaking his head. "Nope, wrong word"
The doll struggled in Freddy's arms as he carried him towards a small cabinet in the back of the room, chucking him in like he was a piece of discarded rubbish. He winked at the doll and slammed the door closed. "You feeling better today?" asked Maggie.
"Yes. I spent all last night torturing him, well in between butchering two little sluts. It was an enjoyable night" he replied, nodding blissfully as he sat beside her.
"I'm sure you'll both be glad to know that this is our last session. I hope that your relationship will improve after the last few days," declared Ms Higginbottom.
Maggie sighed, thankful that this was the last time she would hopefully lay her eyes on him. But she tilted her head to the side, something wasn't right. Sure the week's sessions had been eventful and both of them had come to explore each other's feelings and thoughts through that strange idea of role-play. However, the true reason why they were feuding wasn't even discussed let alone mentioned.
"Ms Higginbottom, you haven't brought up the real reason why my father and I are quarrelling," she stated, glancing at Freddy who slowly nodded in agreement.
"She does have a point," he muttered.
The therapist shook her head, confused, "I'm not sure what you mean Mr Krueger"
"What? You mean you don't know what happened?" he snapped.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Lets us enlighten you, shall we Ms Ass?" Freddy spat and scraped his blades along the arm of his chair, rage building. "Katherine is angry with her daddy for killing her snoopy ass bitch of a mother"
Maggie leaned forward, "While my father is mad at me as I told the police"
"You broke a promise Kat!" he snarled, "You betrayed me…not just once, but twice!"
She nodded arrogantly, smiling wickedly. "Yes, that is right. I blew him up. I have to say it was quite a big bang"
"Oh" the therapist murmured. Stunned, Maggie and Freddy glared at her as she stood. "All that you can say is…'oh'?" Maggie cried.
"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me" the therapist smiled.
Maggie jumped to her feet, stepping towards the woman. "So, what is the evaluation? Can we have a look?"
"No!" she exclaimed, "You can not!"
Freddy quickly stood, "What the fuck? Why not?"
"It's confidential information," she stated.
Maggie snorted, and seized the clipboard from her grasp, "Confidential information? It's about us. Not some stranger" Her eyes scanned over each page as she flicked through the clipboard. It wasn't what she had expected to see. "This is…crazy. Plain crazy"
Four blades curved around the clipboard as it was yanked from her hands, as she stumbled back still stunned. Freddy glared at the page before him, his eyes skimming over crossword puzzles and doodles scattered about the page. "All this week you've been doing…crossword puzzles" he breathed.
"Yes" Ms Higginbottom uttered, "I was wondering do you have any idea what seven down is on the second page?"
He glanced at the second page, snarling. "I know what it is…the answer is, you're dead bitch!" He aimed the clipboard at her face and flung it at her, but it missed her by inches as she darted out of the way.
"I have ENOUGH problems at home without you throwing clipboards at me Mr Krueger" she screamed
Maggie gulped, staring into the glazed eyes of the therapist. She was going to snap. "After nearly twenty-five years of marriage my husband has now decided that he wants to be a drag queen. For the last few weeks he has been doing a show in one of the gay clubs in town. It has now come to my attention that he was been having an affair with his makeup artist. Who is a man!" the therapist sobbed.
Maggie bit her lip in sympathy for the distressed woman, while Freddy was chortling quietly to himself, attempting to keep his raucous laughter at bay.
"And now my son has booked himself an operation to have a sex change" the therapist continued. She hissed to herself as she abruptly got to her feet, her anger ready to erupt as she paced the floor.
Maggie stepped away as the woman stopped, muttering to herself as she turned back to Freddy. Before she could lunge for him, the door to the room flew open. A young male orderly entered holding a strait jacket and advanced towards the near out of control family therapist. "Marjorie, please calm down"
Two more orderlies ventured into the room and aided their fellow worker to seize the therapist who was screaming harsh profanities at the shocked Freddy. "And Freddy, it's not Higginass…it is Higginbottom! You remember that, you prick!"
Her deafening screams echoed down the hallway, leaving Maggie and Freddy lost in a whirlwind of thoughts at to what has just occurred. "And we thought we had family problems" grumbled Freddy.
"Uh-uh" nodded Maggie and walked back to her chair, to drag out a six back of beer from beneath her chair, "Here…I got you a six pack of beer. I felt a bit…and I mean a bit sorry for you seeing as Chucky drank all your alcoholic beverages"
He watched as she pulled out a small brown envelope from her pocket, "Also, I've reserved a cabin for you at Crystal Lake…so you can get your revenge on Jason for booking these therapy sessions. I was going to come along, but I'm busy"
"Helping the brats," he muttered.
"Yeah" she muttered and dragged a long steel poker from beneath the chair, "and one last thing"
"What is the poker for?" asked Freddy. She glanced in the direction of the cabinet where Chucky had been hidden for the last half an hour. He followed her glance and chuckled, "Why Katherine, you naughty girl"
She watched as he marched towards the cabinet with the poker in his left hand, grinning wildly as he pulled open the door. The demented doll looked up at him, gulping worryingly as he caught a glance at the long poker, "Uh, what is that for?"
Freddy shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to stick it somewhere"
Chucky shivered, "Stick it? Oh, shit! Aahhhh!"
Freddy cackled madly as he lunged upon the doll, getting ready to insert the poker up…well you all know where.
Author's Note: The sequel to this humour story will be up after the weekend. I also plan to remake another old humour story of mine from last year. Hopefully. Thankyou to all who has read and reviewed:-)