Alex

Saturday, December 5th, 2002

Morning

I heard the door open to see my mother. "Everything okay?" She whispered.

"Yes, peachy mom, you know just cause you live with me doesn't mean you have to treat me like a fucking child..."

She raised her hands in defense."I didn't come in here to upset you-"

In retaliation, I threw my knife at the door. "Well you did, now get the fuck out!"

She quickly closed the door and all I could think about was how shit of a mother she is, how shit of a wife she was. Just how shit she was altogether. "You have that therapist appointment in an hour. Please be ready!" She yelled from outside the door.

I don't know why I even agreed to go to this bullshit. What the fuck is his name again...

"Ma! What's his fucking name?"

"Joseph Ramirez!" She shouted back.

Let's get caught up. I opened my laptop, typing his name in. "Famous Therapist... Top 10 blah blah blah fuck all that. What's he look like?" My dick rose in my pants as I clicked on images. He looked like a model, with his brunette hair carefully styled and his facial hair complimenting his chiseled face. His body was muscular, and we seemed to be around the same height tall as fuck. But if I had my way, I'd fuck the shit out of him...

"I'm gonna be there for a while don't wait up!" I shouted, jumping out of my bed, and looking in the body mirror that sat beside my messy bed. My hair was curly, and the t-shirt I was wearing bared my tattoos and toned body. Let's fuck with a therapist, shall we? 

My phone buzzed, and the name pissed me off. It was the city slut. I liked to call her.

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Rachel

Why would you tell them about that!? I trusted you!

I glanced at it, rolling my eyes.

It's not my fault you're a fucking slut. Cry to someone else, I typed, stuffing the phone in my pocket.

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Alright, let's meet him... I took the knife out of my door jogging out of my room. The air was cold as I stepped out of the apartment, but it didn't matter much to me. My father always told me "pain is good for you." And he's right, If everyone stuck to that motto, there would be fewer pussies in the world...

"Please don't mess this up. I can't keep paying therapists to be quiet," my mother stressed, avoiding my eyes. I took my knife out, shoving it in her neck a little, making her bleed.

"Mind your business, old woman. I'm here to get help, right?" She nodded with fear, tear running down her face. "That's what I'm gonna do then," I growled, lowering the knife.

...

We stopped in front of the building, which was a skyscraper with everything from the outside to the interior looking like rich people's shit... "You really spent some money on this one, huh?"

She nodded, wiping her face. "I just want the best for you, that's all..."

I kissed her head, stepping out of the car. "Thanks, ma, I'll be home later, okay?" She flashed a weak grin as I waved her off, walking towards the building with a big smile. Opening the door, a warm gust of air hit me and everything was spotless.

"You have an appointment?" a girl with brown hair asked. She was cute reminded me of Rachel a little.

"Uhh yeah, Joseph, I believe his name is."

She looked me up and down. "Your name?" I take that back. She's a little bitch.

"Alex Crawfield"

She scrambled through some papers, looking closely at one. "Okay! Floor 45," She sighed.

I winked at her, going into the elevator. Dad, how should I go about this? A faint whisper appeared in my ear. "Charming but sad, makes him feel bad while still liking you, but smile." The black tiles of the elevator were a mirror for me as I practiced my smile. Finding the perfect balance. 

Ding! The elevator signaled. I walked down the hallway, drawing stares and glances. A blonde-haired guy walked past. He had glasses, looked like a little bitch. "Aye Glasses!" I yelled. He turned around and pointed at himself In confusion. "Yes, you Dickhead"

He walked over, adjusting his glasses. "How may I help you? And my name is Pete"

"Don't give a fuck. Where's Joseph's office?" He pointed at the third door on the left. "Thanks, bro," I beamed, patting him on the back. I knocked on the door, hearing his faint whimper of pain from behind me.

"Come in!" He shouted. I opened the door and fuck did he look good in person... "You must be Alex?"

I smiled, shutting the door. "That's me." 

He motioned for me to take a seat. "Good behavior first," the whisper stressed as I sat down in the oddly comfy chair. 

"So what might be the issue, Alex?"

I could make up something up or... "I'd like to get to know you if that's okay with you, of course?"

He looked surprised, but quickly covered it with a straight face. Hides his emotions... "What would you like to know?"

My fingers tapped away at the chair as I leaned back, taking a deep breath. The chair was comfortable and so was his presence. "Ask if he's married,"

"You married? And if so, what's he like?" 

He glanced at my tattoos before returning his gaze to my face. "No, I'm not married, but I am in a relationship," Boyfriend? Interesting...

"What's your favorite thing to do?" 

He took out a pencil and a notepad and began writing something down. "Work"

Bullshit... I know he likes to do something... "Come on, what do you really like?" I pushed, playing with the stolen ring on my finger.

He forced a smile. "Why does this matter exactly?"

"Maybe I wanna get to know the person I'm going to be spending a lot of time with," I smirked, rubbing the ring.

His serious expression cracked a little. "I like to watch horror movies," He quipped, writing something down again. "Don't scare him off. You got a reaction." Okay! fuck off! I got this...

"So to answer your question, I've been having these odd dreams and they've been making me feel, Weird."

His expression changed to one of curiosity. "What kind of weird, exactly?"

"Like I'm frozen in time."

As he wrote in his notes, the watch on his arm twinkled in the sunlight. "Have you experienced any trauma?" He asked, lowering his eyes to my ring.

I waited on the whisper to tell me what to do. But it never came. "I- uh- My father died," I stuttered. He returned his gaze to his notes and my eyes swept the room for any possible distraction it could. "The view is so beautiful up here," I gushed, going to the window.

He got up from his seat, stepping beside me, his gaze falling on the loud ass city below... "Isn't it? It's why I picked this room." His face was so blank and serious. Usually, I can see through people like this. He, on the other hand, was different. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He glanced at his watch. "I'm afraid that's all-time I booked you for." He scribbled something on a sticky note, handing it to me. "Here's my phone number. Call me if you're ever feeling down or if you need me. I'm there." Are you fucking serious? That bitch only booked me for like 30 seconds!

"Can I get a hug? Been really lonely lately," I said with some of the best acting I've ever fucking done. He forced a smile, hugging me. His arms were strong and his ass looked good from this angle.

He let me go, sitting at his desk. "Have a great day Alex."

I walked out feeling pissed as ever. "You did good," the whisper praised. You could have helped me out more! I didn't know what to say. "I couldn't... You wouldn't allow me" whatever fuck you.

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I slammed the door behind me as I climbed into the car. Pissed and fucking angry consumed every part of my body.

 "So how was it?" my mother squeaked.

I need more time... My mouth crinkled into a smile. "Amazing ma, I need more time with him."

She squealed, hugging me. "I knew it'd work. I'll pay for more!" What a fucking dumbass she is.

"Yeah, yeah let's go home..."

The ride home was annoying. She kept asking stupid ass questions, but I answered them anyway. Trying to make that session sound much more exciting than it actually was. Maybe if she'd been a smarter woman, I would have had much more time with the sexy thing. But all of it washed away as I flopped onto my bed. The note was the only thing keeping me from bashing her head in and the occasional thought of his ass. Getting comfortable, I took my phone out, adding his number.

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Joseph

Hey Joseph, it's Alex

There were a few seconds before he texted back. Damn, he's fast...

Hey Alex, everything is alright?

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I won't get a reaction this way... "Call him," the whisper suggested. I knew that dipshit. My finger tapped on the call button and his sexy voice filled my ears immediately. It was low and devoid of emotion, but it was still weed to my ears.

"Hey Alex, you alright?" I stared at the many rock band posters and holes on my wall.

"How do you get happy? When everything is putting you down?"

He went quiet before sitting down from what I could hear. "I try to think about something positive about my life." Bullshit again. He's giving me the run-down.

"Honestly, Joseph, what do you do?"

His voice lightened up. "I Work out and-" There was a moment of long silence "and... what?" I added.

A cute giggle escaped his mouth. "And watch Looney tunes"

I chuckled, shifting myself to my stomach."Okay, I'll try that. Thanks for the advice..."

He abruptly hung. Taking a cigarette out of my pants, I quickly leaned over to my messy nightstand, taking my lighter. Lighting it, I inhaled some of it before blowing it out.

"Boyfriend, huh?" I said to myself, staring up at the ceiling.

We'll see about that...

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Sincerely, R.J