The Psychopath | 18+

31. Impending Doom

Eros POV
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Couple hours before the disaster.

Two days. Two Fucking days since I've slept, thank God I was going to take my meds today or I'd have gone mad, if I wasn't already.

Romana left, she left and for what? Words from that bitch Veronica, I should have gotten rid of her when I had the chance.

Eros! A voice snapped in my head, taking me from my train of sinister impulsive thoughts.

I could be cruel but I was no murderer. I squeezed the rim of the steering wheel, anger flower through my veins more than my blood rid.

First she betrayed me and then she left, you deserve what's coming to you...

Her threat hung in the air, it suffocated me brought back memory, she didn't even let me talk and why do people get upset when you tell them the truth, they twist it around to fit their narrative and then get upset.

I sped down the highway in high anticipation, dextrose said he had urgent news for me and I was not going to like it, of romana's doing I suppose.

Dr. Jones would have to wait, I pulled up at the farm house and as usual he was there waiting to pull the gate, I drove in and wasted no time getting out of the car.

We barely greeted each other as we rushed inside.

"I know it's not the end of the month but here.." he shoved two red folders my way, red meaning top priority file or urgent for short.

I didn't know what I was getting into and it was the last bit of drug in my system that was keeping me from having a meltdown, Dr. Jones said I needed help and I sought it out more so for Romana than myself, I saw how her face contorted into different unpleasant emotions when I would say something harsh or when I couldn't give her what she wanted emotionally.

So after the red room incident I left her alone and contacted a well known psychiatrist in Manhattan, he has a number of years under his belt and has helped over 2000 patients like me. I was pleased with the statistics and decided to give it a go, I also see how it affected those around me even if they didn't want to admit it.

Isabella, Dr. Jones, my employees, Romana, my brother... They needed me in ways I was unable to give so when the psychiatrist pulled out the contract and slid it over to me, I signed it without hesitation.

I thought back to what happened at the office the last time, I should have went to the police about my brother coming back from the dead or Veronica injecting me with something against my will but you know how the rich life goes.

Even of I had the evidence they would eat me up and spit me out wether or not my story was true and the only thing that could save me was that pretty little hundred dollar bill in my bank account, but my reputation.... It would be tarnished.

I flipped the cover over, a document and a single picture was underneath.

"I found out who Stacy bail is" he whispered, I swallowed and I single sweat trailed down the side of my head into the crease of my neck.

I read over the document and put a name with a face I never knew I'd see again.

"Dr. Desrene Taylor..." I trailed, it made sense, my mind drifted back to the time when my parents had found out she was molesting me.

"How could you!!" Dad yelled at Dr. Taylor, tears were streaming down his angry face, while my mother held me against her damn skin in silence, he pointed an accusing finger at her.