Boo! Haha I scared you. Anyways in this chapter we get a glance at Daine in therapy. No Numair sorry but there is Daine being a bitch. So have fun with that. Review and enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Dr Anna Williams, a thirty-something year old English woman with a shiny Harvard degree in psychology and a slight moustache in way of body hair, opened the door and ushered her next client in.
"Please have a seat, Daine." She said in a breezy, annoyingly calm, voice. At least it was annoying to the teenager slouched sulkily beside her.
Daine glared at the woman then strode over to the office chair set before a large oak desk, spun the chair around until it's back was facing the desk, then plonked unceremoniously into it and rested her head on the back of the chair.
"That's my seat, Daine." Dr Williams admonished lightly. "Why don't you sit on one of these seats set out for patients?"
"This seat puts you in a position of power over the 'patient'." Daine spat out the word like it left a bad taste in her mouth. "So I think I will stay where I am and you can sit your superior arse in the inferior seat."
Dr Williams sighed and scribbled something on her clipboard. "Very well Daine, how about we both sit in the seat's you termed as 'inferior'? Then we're both on equal ground?"
Daine smirked. "You must have a low opinion of people if you think they're your equals."
Dr Williams scribbled something else and Daine narrowed her eyes at the clipboard. "Very well, have it you way Daine. It won't make my job any different. Now, how have you been lately?"
Daine fixed her eyes on the clipboard and didn't answer. Dr Williams waited a few minutes then wrote some more notes down.
"Hey!" Daine protested. "What the hell are you writing about me when I don't even say anything?!"
The shrink nodded apparently satisfied with something and jolted a longer note down.
"Calm down Daine, it's not bad things, I'm just writing your responses for further analyses."
"You mean diagnosing me with further bull disorders?" Daine snapped more than a little bit pissed, she flicked her hair out of her face; the pink had been added with strands of black, red, purple and navy blue.
Her lips were painted black to match her nails while a hint of pink coloured her skin. Black eyes glared behind large semi-clear sunglasses. She wore a silvery halter top which was more suited for a club, and black Capri's with pictures and words scribbled all over them in white-out.
She didn't bother getting dressed up for Dr Williams anyways; the bitch would just think of some sort of fancy name and label Daine's dress sense as another psychological disorder to add to the teens already rapidly growing list.
Dr Williams ignored Daine's question. "Very well," She consulted her clip board, flicking through a few pages. "Ah here we are, last month you were given a plant to care for in an exercise designed to help you understand how to care for another living thing."
Daine looked at her indifferently. "Personally, I don't really consider plants to be living but they do demonstrate most if not all of the characteristics of MRS GREN; that being Movement, Respiration, Sensitivity, Growth, Reproduction, Excretion and Nutrition. Just out of interest did they name the characteristics specifically to fit with that acronym? Never mind. Anyways, the thing about the plant, if we are actually considering it to be alive, is that it's dead."
"Dead?" Dr Williams echoed.
"Yep, it's pushing up the daisies, excuse the pun. Kally and I had a funeral in the backyard and I wore black for a week." Daine said confidently.
Dr Williams pushed her glasses further up her nose and wrote some more. "How did it die?" She asked finally.
"I watered it." Daine replied.
The woman stared at her. "You watered your plant and it died?" She repeated as if to make sure she heard properly.
Daine nodded. "I think it got alcohol poisoning."
"How did the plant get alcohol poisoning from you spraying water on it?"
Daine frowned slightly. "I said I watered it, I didn't say there was water in the spray bottle. It's kind of like a widely used term. There was vodka in the spray bottle."
The psychiatrist blinked slightly then shook her head and returned to her normal light tone of voice; the one that Daine found incredibly annoying.
"Why was there vodka in the spray bottle?"
Daine looked at her like she was stupid. "Because I put it in there." She said slowly pronouncing each word carefully as if Dr Williams couldn't understand her any other way.
The doctor 'hmm-ed' and scribbled down some more things.
Daine twitched.
"Daine, why did you put vodka in the spray bottle and then spray your plant with it? Did you do it intentionally to kill the plant? Do you have issues concerning the plant?"
"Are you an idiot?" Daine asked using the same tone of voice. "I put the vodka in the spray bottle to spray in my mouth. I was wasted and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Then the next morning I forgot about it and mistook the vodka for water and watered the stupid plant."
"Then it died?"
Daine snorted. "Well if it couldn't hold its booze, it shouldn't have drank the vodka in the first place."
"Hmm…" Said the doctor and wrote more notes out.
Daine avoided looking at the paper.
"So, you don't hold yourself responsible for the plant dying?"
"It's not my fault the plants out of control drinking led to its demise." Daine snapped, turning the seat around the right way and sitting with her feet up on the desk.
"Indeed." Dr Williams said, ignoring the action. She quickly read through her notes "Now Daine, according to your foster mother Thayet Conté-"
"I know who my foster mother is, dipshit." Daine said mockingly.
"Are you willing to put a dollar in the swear jar?"
"No, I have no desire to contribute to your early retirement fund."
"Then I suggest that you keep your foul language to yourself, if you please."
"And I suggest that you go fuck yourself but I don't see it happening anytime soon. I mean if you can't bear to touch yourself then who else will?"
The doctor ignored that as well and continued on as if there had never been an interruption. She found herself doing that often when Daine was around.
"You went to a carnival on Saturday-"
"Yeah, I especially enjoyed the bearded lady." Daine said, looking obviously at the unbleached hair on Dr Williams's upper lip.
"-and you went with your foster sister Kalasin Conté. Your foster brother Roald Conté, A Mr Numair Salmalín and Miriam Ryder…Daine I thought we agreed last time that you'd stop seeing Miriam?"
"Actually," Daine corrected. "You suggested it and I told you to 'fuck off'. That hardly suggests agreement in any shape or form from me. In fact I'd even go as far as to say its disagreement."
Dr Williams regarded her over tented fingertips. "You do realise that your progress could improve so much without her influence?"
"You do know that your appearance could improve so much if you just decided to wax your moustache?" Daine bitched back.
A tick started beneath Anna Williams steel grey eyes. "Let us talk about Numair Salmalín shall we? Who is this man to you?"
"He is my lover and prostitute." Daine quoted Jeffree Star in a completely deadpanned voice.
Dr Williams raised one dark and finely plucked eyebrow and quickly wrote something down.
Daine rolled her eyes. "For fuck's sake, I was joking. I was quoting Jeffree Star."
"Who is Jeffree Star?"
"Self-proclaimed internet royalty. To answer your question; Numair's my tutor and part-time bitch."
"Your bitch?"
"Hell yeah, I totally dominate him. You know most of our tutoring sessions are made up of latex, whipped cream and anal beads." Daine said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"So you share a sexual relationship with this man?"
"How fucking retarded are you?! My irony is completely wasted on you. Do you even speak fluent English?!"
Dr Williams blinked. "Yes, and I am also fluent in French."
"Oh yeah? Then you'll understand this: Va te faire enculer!"
Anna closed her eyes and counted to ten slowly in her head. Daine watched her with a triumphant gleam in her eye.
"I'm sorry Anna, my French is a little rusty isn't it?"
"Very well Daine, I can see that the subject of Mr Salmalín makes you a little uncomfortable. I suspect that you've formed an attachment to him. Possible due to your lack of father and the general absence of Mr Conté due to his work you've replaced Mr Salmalín as a surrogate father-figure in your life."
Daine gazed at her over her own tented fingertips and wondered how anyone this stupid could get a Harvard psychiatry degree. "So you're saying that I 'share a sexual relationship' Numair yet see him as my father? Do you think that I'm into incest or something?"
"I think that you hear what you want to Daine. Selective hearing is common in most teenagers yet I imagine that yours is caused by the death of your mother. Such a large shock in such a young age is bound to cause some psychological difficulties. Your selective hearing resulted most likely because after you were told of Sarra's death you would theoretically never again want to hear bad news so your brain ignores things you don't want to hear and only listens to things you judge worthy of your attention."
"So basically something that you just admitted was normal in teenagers immediately becomes an emotional issue for me just because my mother died? Boy, that makes me feel special." Daine slumped forward slightly in the chair and began to play with one of the many distracting instruments on Dr Williams desk.
"Tell me your feelings about your mother, Sarra." Dr Williams said gently.
"Well, there's one thing about my ma that most people don't seem to realise when they try to talk about her to me…" Daine said sadly.
Dr Williams leaned forward in her chair eagerly; this could be the thing that makes her understand the enigma that is Veralidaine Nadezda Sarrasri. The thing behind the strange sort of tributes the girls had designed such as the tattoo on her shoulder or her legally changing her last name.
"And what is that?" the woman softly prompted.
"They don't seem to realise…that's she dead." Daine ended coldly.
Dr Williams's shoulders drooped slightly. "I realise perfectly well that your mother is deceased. But you need to talk about her to heal the emotional scars her death has left on you."
"I don't need to do shit." Daine snapped icily. "I don't need you to force her death on me and I don't need to talk about it. There must be something wrong with you if you can't go five minutes without talking about a dead person!"
Ah now this was a slight progress and Dr Williams promptly documented it on her clipboard.
"I'm not bloody insane and I don't get why I need a shrink."
"You don't need to insane to see a therapist Daine, quite the opposite in fact. I'm told in Hollywood it's becoming quite the fashion."
Daine stared at her. "So your job's a fad? What happens when you're not 'in' anymore? Does that mean you're out of a job?"
The tic beneath Dr Williams's eye came back. "You are here because the court ordered your therapy sessions to continue. You brought it upon yourself by assaulting that young girl. You can't complain that her parents chose to take legal action. There was an entire classroom full of witnesses!"
"Selda is hardly a little girl; she's two months older than me. And she insulted my ma! I had every right to throw a book at her."
"And that defence got you in therapy once a fortnight to work on the issues behind your violent impulses. You should be grateful; you could have ended up in jail if the girl's parents weren't so lenient."
"That had nothing to do with it." Daine muttered.
"Pardon?"
"They know that I know."
"They know that you know what?"
"I know something personal about Selda's parents that they would rather keep private, and they know that I know so that's why they cut the trial short."
"You blackmailed them?!" Dr Williams asked incredulously, her calm mask slipping.
"I prefer to call it a mutual agreement." Daine said airily.
"That's illegal."
"No, it's a mutual agreement. And you can't tell anyone or you'll be charged with breaking the confidentiality agreement."
Dr Williams sighed, the girl was right. "Does your foster parent know about this 'mutual agreement'?" she asked.
Daine scoffed. "Thayet would go totally posta.l"
Dr Williams jumped at the subject change. "And how do you feel about your foster family?"
Daine gave a knowing smirk. "I know exactly what you're doing your trying to change the subject to get the conversation back on your terms but I'll allow it, only because I'm bored with the current topic. Thayet is a loving caring person and a wonderful mother. Jon is an okay person if you ignore the beard. Kally is annoying as hell but I still love her to pieces. Roald doesn't say much and I'm fairly certain he's trapped in a despairing love triangle which I'm going to fix when I get around to it. Lianne is just kind of like a blob of few words. I'm blissfully happy living with the Conté family. They are just…jolly." Daine finished. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Anna jolted down some more notes, not noticing Daine's gaze on her paper.
"Daine, I want to hear your actual thoughts on the family, not just what you think I should hear. Don't hold back, as you said before I'm bound be a confidentiality agreement."
Daine raised her eyebrow. "You really want to hear my bitchy inner thoughts?"
Dr Williams nodded. "Thayet is totally gorgeous but really insecure, Jon is a beard with an idiot attached to it, my opinion remains that same on the Conté children."
"Hmm, and what is the meaning behind your opinion of Jonathan Conté?"
"He's an idiot." Daine replied.
Dr Williams nodded. "I gathered that. Why is he an idiot?"
"Because he has a beautiful wife and gorgeous children and he's going to screw it all up because he's an idiot."
The doctor frowned slightly. "So Jonathan is doing something that may ruin the family. Is it illegal? Is this why you're mad at him?"
Daine scowled. "I never said I was mad at him, I just don't understand his reasoning. That may just be because I don't have a penis. But even if I did I wouldn't understand because Thayet is like the model of perfection. As friggen irritating as that is."
"Daine, what exactly is your foster father doing?" Dr Williams seemed unable to hide her curiosity any longer.
Daine eyed the clock and gave the ghost of a smirk, which went unnoticed by the psychotherapist in front of her. She opened her mouth and Dr Williams unconsciously leant forward.
"He's-"
"Dr Williams, your next client is here to see you." A blonde secretary poked her head in the door to give the message.
"Oh too bad time's up…" Daine sighed.
"No, we can keep going for a minute or two. What is Jonathan doing?"
Daine grinned at her dementedly. "The confidentiality agreement is valid only during the time we spend together. That was forty seconds ago and now I don't trust you not to spill the metaphorical beans. Too bad Anna, You're going to have to wait another two weeks to try and crack me open again."
Dr Williams sighed. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me now?"
Daine smiled and leant forward into a hug with the surprised Dr Williams. Daine had always insisted on keeping her 'bubble' of personal space during the sessions. This was indeed a step in the right direction.
"Dr Williams, did you know you're an inspiration?" Daine murmured into the hug.
"I am?" Anna asked confused.
"Uh huh," Daine let go and surveyed her. "You are testimony that sleeping your way through Harvard even works for ugly people."
With that Daine spun on her heel and strutted out of the office leaving behind a slightly stunned Dr Anna Williams. With another even larger sigh she shook her head, maybe next time would be the time she cracked Daine. She glanced down to her clipboard.
…or maybe not.
Daine walked down the street pondering again how the woman fell for such a simple trick when she had a degree from Harvard. She looked down at the piece of paper clutched in her hand and her smirk grew larger as she speed-read though it.
'Subject refusing to move from desk, suggested paranoia, subject refusing answering for fear of giving away too much…
…subject breakthrough…'
Daine crumpled the paper in her hand, and threw it in the direction of the nearest bin.
Idiot woman.
Dr Anna Williams would never solve the enigma that is Veralidaine Nadezda Sarrasri.
Okay so that chapter was kind of like filler. I had this idea while at work for me to do a scene which shows's Daine's general attitude towards her sessions with a therapist. She enjoys playing against the shrink in a game of wits while not really giving much away. There wasn't really much point to this chapter but it was fun to write but got kind of serious towards the end. If anyone can guess Daine's secret (The thing that Jon did) then kudos to you; it was kind of easy. Review with your answers and I will be putting purple eyes in the next chapter.
It is easier to kill the light within, then to fight the darkness around you...
Love Queen Cocaine
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