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Chapter Four
Song(s): Lacrimosa (Mozart), Just Like Fire (Pink)
Port Haven Psychiatric Hospital…
"I can hide what happened to me, all I need is a scarf to pass."
Catching Abigail's reflection in the cracked mirror that hung in her private room, Oliveah took a seat on the edge of the bed as Doctor Bloom re-entered the room from the main office.
"A scarf is a steppingstone to hiding the trauma, but it's going to take more than that to properly re-integrate into society" Bloom spoke as Abigail lowered her head.
"The world is too full and busy for it to care about one certain person. In a few years' time, no one will even take a second look at your face" Oliveah added as Abigail grabbed her jacket.
"I'm not normal. Not anymore."
"No one is considered normal. There are different definitions of what normal or being normal is" Oliveah replied following behind Abigail as they walked down the wooden stairs towards the back entrance of the hospital to the solarium.
"Your victimhood has a high profile and like Oliveah said, it too will come to pass" Doctor Bloom confirmed as she pushed open a set of double glass doors.
"A celebrity victim maybe. You know someone here asked me if I kept my stained clothes."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Like I wanted to go home. But I don't have a home anymore, do I"
Does anyone ever feel like they are "home? Oliveah thought as she walked beside Abigail into the fresh air.
"Abigail, I'd like you to give the support groups another chance…" Bloom began as Abigail interrupted her.
"Support groups are sucking the life out of me!"
I agree, Abigail. I too found them a waste of time in my early teenage years Oliveah thought as she remembered sitting on a wooden chair in a circle surrounded by others who stared off into the depths of space.
"You must find someone to relate to in this experience Abigail. Not Doctor Lecter or Will Graham, but you need to connect with someone in your group. Talking about what happened with someone who can truly empathize and understand is the only way that you are going to survive all of this."
Hearing Bloom's words, Oliveah brought her eyes up to look at Abigail and was not the least bit surprised to see the young girl's blue eyes already looking at her.
…
Pushing open the heavy double doors of the hospital, Oliveah felt the bite of the fall wind against her face as Doctor Bloom walked beside her towards the parked hybrid that was covered in leaves.
"She is getting restless with having to stay here" Oliveah spoke as Bloom nodded her head.
"I can see that. But she's nowhere near ready to even contemplate living on her own. She needs coping skills, she needs to make a friend, and she needs to fully understand what happened to her and how others are going to react to her in a public space."
Pulling open the car door, Oliveah turned back and gave a quick look over her shoulder at the stone building.
If ever there was a building that would be haunted, this would be it.
"There is one stop I want to make before I drop you home if you don't mind."
"I'm in no rush. Where do you need to go?"
Turning over the car's engine, Bloom fastened her seatbelt and checked her mirror.
"We are going to visit Hannibal Lecter."
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Doctor Hannibal Lecter's Office, 687 Bayshore Ave – Suite 200, Baltimore, MD…
Walking down the concrete sidewalk of Bayshore Avenue, Oliveah's head was beginning to ache from all the car horns blasting within the traffic congestion. Lunch time traffic in downtown Baltimore was chaos in simple words. As far as she could tell, having a car in this city was more of a liability than an asset. It also helped that her Honda Civic was parked semi-permanent in the shared driveway on Clinton for lack of gasoline funds.
Following Doctor Bloom through a built-up stone opening along the iron wrought fence, her eyes immediately rose to the top floor windows of an old brick house.
Fancy office building.
Catching the blue door, as Bloom entered the carpeted foyer; Oliveah looked around and stepped inside, her eyes falling upon a large wooden staircase.
"Doctor Lecter's office is on the second floor," Bloom offered as they climbed the stairs. Standing on the ledge, Oliveah found herself surrounded by empty chairs, a single table with a vase of freshly cut flowers and framed black and white pictures on the walls.
A waiting room? She noted as Doctor Bloom strode up to a closed door and knocked twice without hesitation.
What if he was with a patient at this very moment?
Watching the door open, Oliveah caught the hint of slight surprise crossing Hannibal Lecter's eyes as he pursed his lips.
"Do you have an appointment?" he questioned, sounding a bit taken aback at their presence but with a playful tone.
"Do you have a beer?"
I wonder how long they've known each other?
Watching Lecter tilt his head and give a small smile, he took a step back and held open the door as his eyes fell onto Oliveah.
"Miss. Adler, it is a pleasure to see you again."
Stepping past and into his office, her ears immediately perked up as piano notes softly generated from an invisible speaker system playing out over the expensively decorated room. The room was large. Floor to ceiling windows lined the right side of the office with colored blocked red and grey curtains that dropped to the ground. Picture frames hung about the walls as she noticed a second level accessible by a wooden ladder.
These windows must face the street, she thought as she remembered staring up at the building from the sidewalk.
"May I take your jacket?" Doctor Lecter's voice broke out at her side as Oliveah slipped off the garment and handed it to him.
"Thank you" she spoke watching as Lecter helped Bloom with her coat.
"May I get you ladies a drink?"
Watching Bloom take a comfortable seat on the backless sofa, Oliveah crossed her hands in front of her.
"Um, water is fine."
Nodding his head, Hannibal gently swept a hand out in front of him. "Please have a seat Miss. Adler."
Looking around, she caught sight of two black leather chairs facing each other and took a seat in the one closest to the sofa.
Entering the office minutes later from a back room, Doctor Lecter carried a tall stout in one hand and a glass of clear liquid with a slice of lemon on the edge. Handing Alana her beer, Hannibal turned around and bent low to give Oliveah her water.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Of course it's not tap water
Noticing the bubbles foaming in the bottom of the glass, Oliveah took a small sip as Hannibal re-entered the room with a glass of red wine for himself. Taking a seat beside Alana on the sofa, he took a slow sip before setting his eyes on Oliveah who was seated in his consulting chair.
"Is this Lacrimosa?"
Blinking in surprise, Hannibal nodded his head and lowered his glass. "I'm very much surprised at your recognition of such a piece" he replied as Bloom took a long sip of her beer, looking uninterested.
Taking in his words, Oliveah felt her cheeks warming "Not all young people are ignorant of classical music Doctor Lecter."
"And for that, I am glad" he replied, taking another sip of wine and keeping his eyes firmly fixed on hers from above the glass rim.
Hearing Doctor Bloom clearing her throat, Lecter turned to face her on the sofa.
"Interesting day with Abigail?"
"I think she might be wrestling with a low-grade depression" Bloom spoke as Lecter swirled around the contents of his glass.
Aren't we all Doctor Bloom?
"How so?"
"It's becoming a reality to her that she no longer has a home. Nowhere that she can go to escape. Nowhere that she can hide."
"I see. Well then perhaps she should be out in the world, finding her footing, gaining the confidence to move forward," Hannibal suggested as Bloom shook her head.
"I think Abigail needs to figure things out for herself in a safe, clinical environment and that will give her the confidence to move forward."
I don't agree with you Alana Bloom
"What would you suggest Miss. Adler?"
Hearing Doctor Lecter's voice, Oliveah blinked quickly as she bit the inside of her cheek.
You can't use your own personal experience for Abigail's situation.
"I…agree with Doctor Bloom."
Narrowing his eyes, Lecter moved his wine glass to his right hand as he lowered his head. "I defer to the passion of my esteemed colleague then. Passion's good. Gets the blood pumping." Catching Bloom's sly smile as she looked at Lecter, Oliveah felt uncomfortable.
There is no question that she likes him. She's practically licking her lips at him.
"May I enquire after your arm Miss. Adler?" Lecter asked as Alana finished the last of her beer.
Raising an eyebrow, Doctor Bloom looked questionably at her assistant.
"What happened to your arm Oliveah?"
Catching Doctor Lecter's eye, he winked at her as he opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm afraid that I may have roughly pushed past Miss. Adler when we were in Bloomington when Marissa Schurr's mother ran through the police barricade" he calmly spoke as Oliveah remained silent.
She doesn't know.
Does she know about Will's seizure at the motel?
"But you're alright?" Bloom asked as she handed Hannibal her empty beer stout.
"I'm fine. No harm no foul" Oliveah smiled, her eyes following Lecter's back as he took the empty glasses out of the room. Returning with their coats, Oliveah watched as Hannibal draped Bloom's coat over her shoulders before turning his attentions to her. Slipping her arms into her jacket, Oliveah felt Lecter's strong hands coming to rest on her shoulders as he gave a light squeeze.
"Hannibal, I will be in DC tomorrow as I have a class to teach, but I will be in contact with you about my behavior assessment on Abigail that will be sent to Jack by Thursday."
Following Alana Bloom to the office door, Oliveah turned and offered out her hand to Hannibal.
"Thank you, Doctor Lecter."
Gripping her hand strongly in his, Hannibal pursed his lips together and tightened his grip.
"Good night Miss. Adler."
…
1 North Clinton Street, Baltimore, MD…
Rummaging through the refrigerator in the dark kitchen, Oliveah tossed up a head of lettuce, a tomato, and a bottle of Italian dressing up onto the counter. "Not much of a dinner, but after my half of rent, cell phone, and some gas for my car, this is it" she whispered as she grabbed a bowl and started tearing apart the lettuce. Grabbing the chef's knife from the wooden drawer, she found herself thinking back to Hannibal Lecter's office and his silent acknowledgment about the true cause of the wound to her upper arm.
He didn't tell Doctor Bloom that Will Graham had a seizure.
He also didn't offer to tell her the truth about my arm.
Why was he hiding the truth?
Taking her bowl into the living room, she sat crossed legged on the couch and ate in silence as she thought of her endless to do list that was piling up in her agenda book. She needed to pay more attention and put in more hours at the library for her thesis as Doctor Bloom was requesting progress in addition to case notes of their latest meeting with Abigail Hobbs.
Setting the bowl in the sink, Oliveah climbed the stairs to her bedroom and closed the door firmly behind her. Lifting the lid to her laptop, she scrolled through her itunes folder and clicked on the Mozart piece that had been playing in Doctor Lecter's office earlier in the day. Turning the volume down so it mirrored a whisper, Oliveah closed her eyes and sat on the edge of her bed in the dark.
She could almost hear the strain of the soprano singer's vocal cords as she kept her eyes closed.
"What I wouldn't give to be able to sing like that" she spoke to her empty room. Sliding off her bed, she grabbed her jacket and took out her mobile phone and wallet before shoving her hand into the other pocket. Feeling a sharp corner stabbing against her finger, Oliveah frowned as she pulled out a small rectangular business card.
"What the hell?"
Moving over to her desk lamp, she clicked it on and squinted as she took in the plain white back of the card. Flipping it over, her eyes fell upon black typed script.
DR. HANNIBAL LECTER, Psychiatrist
"He must have slipped this into my pocket when he helped me with my jacket" she whispered remembering his strong hands resting on her shoulders. Feeling a shiver running down her spine, her eyes read over the contact details before setting the card down beside her keys and wallet.
"Are you suggesting that I come see you Doctor?"
…
Thursday, Milton S Eisenhower Library, Johns Hopkins University…
Popping the last strawberry into her mouth, Oliveah cleared her throat as she turned up the volume on her phone. Listening to the soothing notes of a waterfall followed by a mild thunderstorm in her headphones as background noise, she took up her pen and started to make her edits in the paper's margins.
Doctor Lecter offered to read my thesis so far she thought as she flipped open to a chapter focusing on Locke's Tabula Rasa.
Maybe I will take him up on his offer she thought as her music suddenly stopped playing. Looking to her phone, she snatched it up and ripped the headphone cord out of the hole as her fellow students started to mutter about the noise.
"Hello?" she whispered, abandoning her rented wooden cubicle before rushing out into the hallway.
"Sorry, Hello?"
"Oliveah? It's Doctor Bloom."
She wants to see progress on my thesis, but that's not going to happen if I keep getting interrupted at all hours of the day
"I'm sorry to call you so late in the day, but I have been called into an emergency meeting with Doctor Frederick Chilton at the State Hospital and I am going to be here all night. I was wondering if I could ask you to drive out to Wolf Trap in Virginia and drop off some files?"
Wolf Trap? Where in the hell area is that in Virginia?
"Um, to whom would I be taking these files to?" Oliveah questioned as she stepped aside to allow a group of students through the wooden doors.
"To Will Graham."
….
Will Graham's Residence, Wolf Trap, VA…
Desperately moving her head and squinting her eyes for any numbers on the passing mailboxes, Oliveah almost gave up before spotting a solo box at the end of the dirt road.
"This had better be it."
Turning onto the rough gravel, she drove slowly towards a white, two-story farmhouse with a wooden porch. No other houses could be seen around even in the distance as she caught sight of an endless field that seemed to stretch out for miles no doubt offering shelter and food to wild inhabitants. Cutting the engine, she sat still for a moment waiting for someone to come out of the house. After five minutes, she threw her door open and grabbed Alana's heavy file folder. Walking onto the front lawn, she heard not a sound as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fading daylight's fresh air.
I could live here she thought as the crunching of gravel sounded off in her ears.
"If you're a reporter, you should know I have five dogs" a deep male voice broke out just as muffled barking sounded from the closed door of the house.
Spying a lone figure walking across the field to her right, Oliveah narrowed her eyes as Will Graham came into focus wearing a dark green ball cap and fishing waders. Carrying two fish over his shoulder, he moved closer as his eyes recognized Oliveah.
"It's Oliveah Adler Mr. Graham. Alana Bloom asked me to bring you some files that you are to look at? She couldn't bring them herself as she had to meet with a Doctor Chilton at the hospital; some sort of emergency I guess" she began as Will nodded his head.
"I see. Well, if you're hungry I was going to gut these."
Feeling her stomach growl with hunger, she realized that lunch had been nothing but a banana and some strawberries at the Milton S Eisenhower Library on campus. "I think I will thank you Mr. Graham" she accepted watching as he climbed the porch steps and swung the fish off his back to reach for the door.
"You've come to my aid Miss. Adler, you can call me Will and get ready for the brigade" he added as a pack of dogs bolted from the house straight towards her. Holding out her hand, she watched as they barked and yipped about her before the smallest jumped up into her arms.
"BUSTER!" Will chided as he whistled between his teeth.
"It's alright. It's better he jumped into my arms and not one of the others" Oliveah smiled, watching as the other dogs circled her before going back to Will on the porch.
"They like you."
Following Will into the house, Oliveah let Buster jump to the ground as her eyes fell onto a stone fireplace and desk littered with fishing lures in various states of completeness. Stepping past a boat motor that was in pieces in the middle of the floor, her eyes came to rest on a bed that was made up with two simple pillows and a thin white sheet.
No girlfriend or wife I'm guessing
"I don't get too many visitors, let alone women" Graham blushed as he dried his hands off with a light blue towel.
"I'm not the most organized person myself."
Nodding his head, Will disappeared back into the kitchen as Oliveah followed.
"Can I help?"
Grabbing two onions and a large lemon from a wicker basket that sat on the edge of the countertop, Will rubbed the lemon along the counter to loosen the juice.
"Have you ever gutted a fish Oliveah?"
"No, I haven't".
"City girl."
Catching his eyes, Oliveah gave a laugh as Will smiled.
"I think that is the first time I've seen something other than a scowl on your face."
Clearing his throat, Will turned one of the fish over and picked up a small knife.
"Come here and get your hands dirty."
…
3 hours later…
Setting her fork down on the empty plate, Oliveah let out a satisfied sigh.
"I can't remember the last time ever feeling this full"
Seated at the wooden table just off the kitchen, Will watched as a drop of beeswax dripped onto the tabletop. Taking a sip of his wine, he pushed his plate forward and stared at Oliveah.
"Do you live on a diet of Kraft Dinner and Ramon noodles?"
"School is expensive. I pay international fees so there is no extra money" Oliveah spoke as Will stood up.
"Are you from Canada?"
"Yes. Ontario."
Nodding his head, Will rose to his feet and gestured towards the table. "Leave the dishes; I will make coffee we can have it outside on the porch."
Sitting on the cool wooden boards of the porch, Oliveah pushed her arms through her jacket sleeves as Will pushed open the door with his foot, carrying two black coffees in mismatched mugs. Taking a seat beside her, they sipped in silence as the steam of the brew floated up and around into the cool fresh air.
"Being in the city, you forget how beautiful a starry night sky is. Simple and calming" Oliveah spoke as Will took a long sip. Setting his mug down behind him, he stood to his feet and stepped off the porch holding out a hand.
"I want to show you something."
Setting her mug beside his, Oliveah rose to her feet and allowed Will to help her off the uneven steps. Following close behind, Oliveah nearly stumbled onto the uneven ground before Will turned around and offered his hand.
"Take my hand."
Walking hand in hand across the dark silent field, Oliveah turned to look over her shoulder and could barely make out the soft glow of the house lights as Will stopped walking.
"Where are we?"
Feeling Will drop her hand, Oliveah felt his hand on her shoulder.
"Look up."
Bringing her eyes up, her mouth fell open as the multitude of stars and their patterns both official and make believe painted the entire dark sky.
"Jesus…"
It was all she could say as her eyes observed tiny blinking satellites that had nothing better to do than to orbit around the world alone. Spying both the big and little Dippers, Oliveah closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
This is perfect
Catching Will's eyes, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Thank you for this Will."
Walking back to her car, Oliveah stepped aside as Will opened her door.
"Thank you for the company Oliveah."
It was all he said as Oliveah climbed into her car and watched his retreating back. Climbing the porch steps, she watched as he bent down and took up both mugs. Transferring her coffee into his own mug, he downed the liquid in one gulp before disappearing into the house.
She felt like she had been holding in her breath for hours.
"Will Graham, you do know how to make a girl swoon with those baby blue eyes."
…
6 days later, North Clinton Street, Baltimore, MD…
Peeking out her bedroom window, Oliveah twisted her neck to look at the fading light of the day just as Andrew shouted from downstairs.
"Olive! Someone is at the door for you."
Strange, I'm not expecting anyone. If it has to do with Abigail, Doctor Bloom always calls Oliveah wondered as she grabbed her black sweater and tugged it on while rounding the bedroom corner. Thumping down the hardwood stairs, Oliveah was taken aback as she stared at the thin, dark-haired girl that stood still in the foyer.
"Abigail? What the hell, what are you doing here?" Shutting her mouth, she stepped forward and urged the young girl up the stairs and away from her roommates of whom she was damn thankful hadn't realized her guest's identity.
"I'm sorry Miss. Adler, but I had to get away from the hospital and I didn't know where else to go in Baltimore" Abigail spouted as she took quickly to the wooden stairs with Oliveah close behind her.
"How did you know where I lived?"
"Um, I looked through Doctor Bloom's address book that she keeps in her bag" she blushed as Oliveah crossed her arms over her chest.
"That and Doctor Lecter told me where you lived."
Blinking her eyes in surprise, Oliveah pursed her lips.
Doctor Lecter told you where I live?
"Doctor Lecter doesn't have a problem with you disappearing from the hospital at dusk and scampering to a stranger's house?" Catching the slight hurt that crossed Abigail's face, Oliveah unfolded her arms and shoved her hands in her jeans pockets.
"Damn, sorry Abigail. I'm just glad you didn't try to run away permanently" She offered as Abigail gave a weak smile.
"Well, we all know I don't have anywhere to run to anyways. Marissa is dead, and if I showed up on anyone else's doorstep they would probably call the police thinking…thinking that I was going to eat…them" Abigail spoke in a shaky voice as she felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
"It's okay. Come sit down."
You are breaking all the rules Oliveah. Don't get emotionally and personally involved in patients. Doctor Bloom told you, all your textbooks have warned you…
Leading the way into her bedroom, Oliveah pulled out the wooden chair at her old antique desk and offered it to Abigail.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No thanks."
"I'm guessing then that Doctor Bloom doesn't know you are here? Or Doctor Lecter?"
"No. I can't sign myself out even though I'm eighteen, so I climbed the low part of the fence. I'm just glad it wasn't raining because I walked all the way here."
Meaning that my phone is probably gonna start ringing as soon as Doctor Bloom finds out that you are missing
"Abigail, you can't stay here. I'm going to have to let Doctor Bloom know that you are here with me" Oliveah spoke as Abigail shrugged her shoulders.
"I miss not being able to go out on my own. I miss having fun. I just miss…my freedom Oliveah" Abigail frowned as she looked down into her lap.
"My father took it all away from me, and Doctor Bloom wants to keep me locked up in the hospital."
Breathing in deep, Oliveah bit the inside of her cheek as she made a quick decision.
"I have a couple bucks on me if you want to go out for a burger?"
…
Turning over the engine of her black Honda Civic, Oliveah grabbed her sunglasses as she watched Abigail pull down Andrew's NY Yankee ball cap that she had grabbed from the foyer on their way out the door.
"The Yankees? In Baltimore?" Abigail complained as she broke out in a wide smile.
"You're not even from Maryland, and it's for your own good that no one recognizes you and it spread to the nightly news," Oliveah spoke as she backed out of the alleyway and proceeded down the street towards the Mondawmin Mall on Liberty Heights.
Thumbing through the radio, Abigail settled on a pop song by an artist she didn't recognize.
"Last week, when you and Doctor Bloom were visiting me at Port Haven, Doctor Bloom said that I needed to find someone that I can relate to. Someone who wasn't there that day, someone whom I could talk to" Abigail whispered as Oliveah shifted gears.
"I remember."
"Can we be friends?"
Slowing the Civic down for a red stop light, Oliveah moistened her lips.
"I'm not a Psychiatrist Abigail but I want to help you. So yes, we can be friends."
"Does patient confidentiality apply to us?"
"I'm not a doctor, and you are not my patient Abigail. Anything you tell Doctor Bloom or Doctor Lecter they can keep to themselves, I'm just an assistant to Alana Bloom. My opinions are not taken into effect on your treatments" Oliveah spoke as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall.
Staring out the passenger window of the car, Abigail tucked her long hair behind her ears as she adjusted the ball cap on her head.
"Are you ok with going inside? We don't have to be long."
"I want to be here. I'm a teenager Oliveah, this is where I'm supposed to be. Having fun, texting friends, buying cheap clothes" Abigail breathed as she opened her door. Walking around the front of the car, the two young women walked into the mall entrance and breathed in the cool air.
"Let me know if you want to leave at anytime" Oliveah offered as Abigail moved her eyes to see a glowing Forever 21 sign hanging above them.
"Can we go upstairs?"
Standing in front of Forever 21, Abigail watched as young girls scampered into the store and immediately stared giggling and spreading tops across their chests to determine size.
God, this place is madness Oliveah thought as she stepped inside the door with Abigail.
"Cheap shitty fashion at the expense of low paid workers" Oliveah muttered as she watched Abigail gently touch a piece of suede fabric that had been sewn onto a t-shirt sleeve.
"So soft" Abigail whispered as she suddenly pulled her fingers away with a look of horror.
"I think I want to get something to eat."
Leaving the store, Oliveah and Abigail walked down towards the food court watching as young girls strode past with their cell phones ever handy and ready for texting.
"I never had a cell phone you know" Abigail spoke as Oliveah felt her own starting to silently vibrant in her jacket pocket for the third time since leaving the car in the parking lot.
Mostly likely Alana Bloom wondering if I have any idea that Abigail is missing from Port Haven
Entering into the food court, Oliveah's senses were hit by a mixture of fried beef and Chinese food as Abigail moved to the side of the wall.
"I don't want anything that has meat" she announced as Oliveah nodded her head.
Understandable
"Ok, well there is Subway" she spoke as she felt her phone vibrating again.
If she finds out that Abigail is with me, I'm sure I'll be fired
Ordering two six-inch veggie subs, Oliveah carried the trays as Abigail carried the fountain drinks to an empty table beside a fake plant that nearly reached the ceiling of the mall.
Pulling the ball down over her eyes, Abigail slowly started to eat her sandwich as Oliveah took out her phone and swallowed hard at seven missed calls and six left messages all from Bloom.
"I hope you don't get in trouble for taking me out" Abigail's voice broke out as Oliveah tucked her phone back into her jacket.
"I think the only way she will know is if you tell her" Oliveah spoke as Abigail nodded her head.
"I won't say anything. I promise."
Nodding her head, Oliveah took a bite of her sandwich just as a male voice sounded off from the table on the other side of the plant.
"Jessie, holy shit you're not going to believe who is at the table beside us."
Pursing her lips, Oliveah focused her eyes on Abigail who was still eating her sandwich not having registered that she was being watched.
"I'm going to try and take a picture. This is seriously fucked. A fucking cannibal in the food court!"
"Joey, who cares, I want to go" a female voice broke in as Oliveah heard the leaves of the plant rustling beside her. Spotting the iphone peeking out of the leaves, Oliveah roughly grabbed it and smashed it down on the floor beside her table.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"ABIGAIL, LEAVE THE TRAY WE HAVE TO GO!," Oliveah barked as Abigail's eyes went wide.
"Why?"
"YOU BROKE MY PHONE!"
Standing on her feet, Abigail started to panic as a young man rounded the large plant and tried to pick up the pieces of his smashed phone on the floor.
"You're lucky that's all I fucking broke" Oliveah spat as she grabbed Abigail's arm to lead her out of the food court.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE YOU BITCH!"
Feeling the man's hand on her shoulder, Oliveah spun around shoved the palm of her hand straight into his nose as he doubled back and started coughing on the blood that was pouring with intensity.
"OH MY GOD!"
"Abigail, let's go" Oliveah rushed as she grabbed Abigail's hand and strode quickly down the mall corridor. Feeling the cool night's air on her face, Oliveah ripped the ball cap off of Abigail's head and tossed it in the trash can as she half dragged the girl to her car.
"Get in."
Slamming the doors shut, Oliveah turned over the engine and threw the car into gear as she steered steadily out of the parking lot. Feeling her phone buzzing, she let out a low breath as Abigail shivered.
"That asshole was trying to take a picture of you."
Biting her lip, Abigail felt the tears stinging at the coroners of her eyes as she looked to Oliveah.
"You were a totally different person back there. How did you know how to break his nose?"
Shaking her head, Oliveah ignored Abigail's question and remained silent as she turned onto the road that would eventually lead them out to the Port Haven Psychiatric Hospital. "You can't be climbing over the hospital walls anymore Abigail. It's situations like tonight that are going to eat away at you."
Steadying her eyes out the windshield, Abigail nodded her head.
"I'll never be normal ever again."
"In time, you will start to feel some control over your life again. But it will take time and at your own pace."
"Can you teach me to break a nose?"
"No. And I myself wouldn't even know how to do it if it wasn't a necessary maneuver from my own early years."
Bringing her head around to face Oliveah, Abigail felt her mouth contorting into another question before Oliveah cut her off.
"I know what you're going to ask, and yes, I didn't have a great childhood and no I am not going to tell you about it. You don't need to know the details while trying to get your own life in order. I'll save you from that." Sitting in silence for the rest of the drive, Oliveah pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the road down from the hospital.
"In case Doctor Bloom is there, you can climb the low part of the wall again," Oliveah offered as she folded her hands in her lap.
"I can't thank you enough Oliveah for taking me out tonight even if it didn't go exactly as planned. I promise I won't tell Bloom" Abigail spoke as she opened the door to the car and skipped out towards the back stone wall of the hospital.
Fishing her phone out of her jacket, Oliveah sighed as she took in nine missed calls, eight from Alana Bloom and one from an unknown number. "Time to think of a lie" she whispered before turning on the car and checking her blind spot. Pulling back onto the gravel road, Oliveah failed to notice a dark car parked silently back along the other side of the road as a pair of deep burgundy eyes watched her drive away into the night.
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