Second Chapter it took me 3 hours max.
I rushed and most likely out of character.
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Dr. Freeman couldn't help but smirk at the beautiful scenario that had been placed upon her lap. The man before her appeared withered and fragile. It was amazing how without any hints or helpful manipulation he finally had his epiphany. An epiphany Dr. Freeman was sure everyone including herself have had detected long before, but the older brother part was a delightful twist.
Alan couldn't help but gaze off at the red leather love seat he was one; the pattern was dull, unexciting and it gave him a head ache with the blinding redness; it was so in his face. He was pretty sure Dr. Freeman's next comment would prove to be witty with her trademark of sarcasm.
The therapist cleared her throat, adjusted the chair, and tossed off her clipboard ignoring Alan's startled cry, wimp she chuckled, "Well," Linda began looking oddly professional, her face was extremely calm and her eyes pierced through Alan's searching for something, "How did you come to this conclusion?" She leaned back shifting her chair bracing herself for what was to come.
"Ah, well…what!???" Alan shrieked loudly. He looked utterly stupefied, here came expecting to be humiliated, to rant and to probably laugh it off like normal with one of Dr. Freeman's "latent homosexuality" comments then forget the whole ordeal. Not to have an actual conversation about it with well, a real therapist instead of the usual bitch abusing her power!
Dr. Freeman couldn't help letting out a narcissistic laugh. "You heard me Alan how did this happen all of the sudden that I had to be called over for a so called 'emergency' psychological break down on my day off?" She choked out his name. The man's face only began to redden madly matching the shade of the couch underneath him; he felt ashamed. Did he really make that much of a scandal?
"Ah well…" Linda smirked, this man was shaking in front of her like a reindeer trapped under headlights; he had no back bone what so ever.
"Well?" She pressed on taking her time to tuck her blonde hair out of her face before eyeing the man closer.
"I can't really…I um, c-can I c-come back another ah, time perhaps?"
Linda clapped her hands in his face aggressively, "Day off Alan day off! Today or I can always charge Charlie's card and explain the marvellous additional 275 an hour to his bill, oh what sight that would be!" Sarcasm.
"Ok damn it! Do-don't go off telling Charlie about this…not this."
Alan exhaled sharply, Linda's comment making him feel more comfortable than he'd like to say. Some where in the back of his mind he was beginning to think he was a masochist in multiple abusive relationships with everyone he knew, but that didn't matter right now. His therapist was behaving normally, so now all Alan had to do was be normal too.
"I saw something," He choked out, "I saw him…"
"…having sex?" She inquired motioning him to finish.
"No, I saw him…"
"Watching gay porn?"
"Gross! No!" He screamed flustered waving his head around in disgust.
"I saw him…" He began slowly
Linda felt her eye twitch. She pretended to search through her purse, "Let me reminder you faster Alan. 250 bonus! Oh Charlie! Where I put my cell phone, hmmm?"
"Ok! Ok! I caught him masturbating! Jacking off! Ok? Are you happy, woman!?"
Said woman made no motion to answer his question. She was too busy pondering her next move. This was becoming something more complicated by the second. Charlie wouldn't take this well, and they both knew the fact that Charlie was most likely off somewhere monkey humping 21 year old bimbos for fun in the nearest strip joint not dog humping a random guy. Charlie wasn't anywhere near gay and something told her it'd be best to keep it that way.
On the other hand…
Alan felt on the verge of death from humiliation oh how he knew this would happen! He shouldn't have come here. It'd be easier to run to his mother. Oh fuck, the idea of Evelyn finding out! Ha, he could still remember the emotional scars he received last time the "homosexual agenda" was mentioned.
"Alan!"
His eyes flicked open to the blonde that professional look was back again, "Um, y-yes?"
Dr. Freeman hunched forward to her patient flicking her hand at herself, "Do you want my advice? It's simple and will hopefully save you the last shred of your dignity. Move out."
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