Chapter twenty one,

which door am i at?

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"I'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK," Dr. Smith had smiled down gently at her last patient of the entire day, also the week until the following week, also locking and closing up her house door, and walking back to her kitchen kitchen, as she pulled out a tea packet to begin to make herself tea, it also helps her go to sleep.

Yawning as she glanced at the orange file in that was on her her kitchen counter, as she opened it back up, a sense of nervousness filled her entire body, "Jasmine Altieri." She didn't fucking like treating her as a patient, especially after learning that she killed two people, a year ago because it just terrified her, as Jasmine's a ticking time bomb every session.

Also, hallucinating Roman Bridger, a very ruthless deceased killer, that it was then she ultimately decided to call someone, the phone ringing for several seconds until they decided to answer, "Hello?" The voice sounded really confused on why they were just being called this late.

   Dr. Smith happened so to began speaking to her, and fiddling with her own fingers, "I'm not going to give your niece anymore therapy sessions. . ." She had slowly hesitated, "She's too much for me, I'm sorry, Gale. I hope she finds someone better, but I look at her and all I see is a child who will become a murderer at some point." She deadpanned.

   Gale who spoke aggressively, "Watch your tone on how you speak about her, but I want all the money I gave you back. . . ." Gale had yelled angrily into the phone, teeth gritting, "If I don't receive my money by tomorrow, I'll contact my lawyer. I'll ruin your business, lady. So much, for doing absolutely nothing, but just fucking criticizing her." The call ended with Dr. Smith who gulped her saliva down in fear.

She knew what Gale Weathers is capable of doing, and how easy it is that she can ruin her entire career, she's ruined multiple careers in the past years, also recently getting a doctor fired for criticizing Jasmine Altieri, she forgot how fucking protective Gale Weathers is of Jasmine Altieri.

   She remained clouded in her head until she heard the door opened, and panic setting in her  entire body. She began approaching the door until she seen had her daughter, and jumping in complete fear, "Jesus, Paisley. You given me such a fright." She placed her hand onto her own chest, her heart beating rapidly as she had a bad feeling of tonight.

   Paisley who rolled her eyes, "Calm down, mom." She yelled in frustration, "You wouldn't believe who I came across with tonight." Her eyes fumed in anger.

   Dr. Smith who replied, "Who?"

   Paisley who had a smug grin plastered on her face, and heading upstairs to take a shower and also to relax herself, "Samantha Carpenter and Jasmine Altieri. . ." She had practically spat their names in venom, "I can't believe someone had even knocked Jasmine up, she's the definition of psycho. Have you seen the fucking photos on what she had done to those two people back in her hometown? She's insane for killing innocent people." Paisley shrieked in disgust.

   Dr. Smith who attempted to lecture her, and to not be saying none sense things, "Paisley, you don't know if those two were innocent, the media lies all the time." She reasoned with her daughter, especially since Jasmine would tell her about the incident, "Her pregnancy isn't none of your concern either, and you've better of not even thought about hitting a pregnant woman, Paisley." She pointed her finger at her daughter.

   Paisley who had basically scoffed at her, and her stupid fucking lectures, "Whatever, mom. I'm going to take a shower." Also, post the video of Samantha and Jasmine on all social media platforms, but that wasn't something her mom needed to know.

Dr. Smith who went back to the kitchen, she was tired of her daughter's behavior, as she was heating up the water for her tea until her phone had rang, "Hello?" She had slightly hesitated on the call since it was an unknown caller ID.

". . ."

A awkward silence set in, "I'm hanging up now." Dr. Smith mumbled out until the other person decided to speak.

A distorted voice, "What's your favorite scary movie?" Dr. Smith froze not really expecting this type of question.

Dr. Smith nervously chuckling, "Excuse me?"

The distorted voice who bluntly scoffed, "Pardon me, wrong question. . ." He chuckled humorously, a silence had set in until they had easily spoken, "Which door am I at?" He had taunted her.

Dr. Smith paled, "This isn't funny anymore, your silly games are over. . ." She went to check outside in her patio, locking the door, "If this is you Paisley, it's not funny!" She had angrily mumbled out.

   The voice had chuckled, "I'm not your stupid bitch of a daughter. . ." The voice taunted her, he could even see her from where he was even at, the distress on her face, "You really let your daughter disrespect you like that?" His hand was tightening his grip on the knife, and ready to butcher these two up.

   He had came to New York to protect his daughter, and if that means eliminating those who will also disrespect her, it also needs to be done. He already has a high kill count, so who gives a shit now. Also, old habits don't die hard because once you kill, it becomes an addiction.

   Killing is his drug.

   Dr. Smith who stumbled had with her own words, "Who is this? And, how do you know my daughter disrespects me?" Her heart was just racing.

   The sound of the shower still on was the only thing she can hear, so she didn't even know if someone was in her home beside her daughter.

   The distorted voice who tauntingly spoke once again, "Because I'm in your house, I'm in your closet." Dr. Smith had gulped her saliva in fear, slowly walking towards her closet.

Her hand had reached the doorknob, eyes screwing completely shut and opening the door only to exhale her own breath when no one was there, and was nervously chuckling, "No one is in here, so stop with the games." She breathed out.

She closed the door only to scream when the figure was now beside her, stabbing her in the abdomen, whispering in her ear, "Because I'm right here." The knife was quickly pulled out her stomach.

Dr. Smith who groaned in pain, running only to be once again pushed against the wall, and a real firm grip on her neck, tears were trickling down her eyes each time she was just met with a stab, the knife dragging upwards that made her let out a scream of terrible pain, that was until he had muffled her scream with his hand.

Paisley who was shouting from the top of the stairs, "Mom?" The silence was just enough for Paisley to ignore it, and go back to her room.

The figure speaking to her, "Nothings more dangerous than a man protecting his daughter, eliminating those who will wrong her. . ." He had tightened his grip onto her hair, her head just tilting upwards, "Your daughters next." It was the last thing she heard before he shoved the knife into her neck, removing it with her body landing on the ground and a loud thud was heard.

He wiped the bloody knife with one of his hands, all while the other held the ends of the knife.

He had headed towards the kitchen, and just grabbing the therapists phone, quickly dialing someone until they had answered in a rude manner, "Mom, I'm literally upstairs, what do you want!?" She had practically shrieked.

   The distorted voice had once, again spoke in an extremely aggressive tone, "Do you want to die tonight. Paisley?" He simply taunted her.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, I hope you liked
this chapter, and it wasn't
terrible.

Mickey doing his own thing
rn.😋😋🫡🫡 Detective Bailey isn't
ready for this one.

Do you like chapters when
i just focus on Mickey every
often? Or, no. It gives you
a bit of his perspective.