Fix Him Up

③| Something to Hate

"And you said this man came at you... and tried to kill you... with a scalpel?" I smacked my hand on my forehead and lazily dragged it down my face.

"Yes. For the fourth time. Yes." The officer grunted and scribbled down some notes.

"Do you know where this clinic is?" I nodded my head and gave him the address.

"Alright kid. We're gonna keep you here and we'll check out this clinic." He shuffled some papers around and was silent for a couple of seconds. "We're also going to notify your parents of the matter."

"Umm. There's no need to do that last part. I can tell them myself," I said while internally panicking. No way in hell was my dad going to know what happened. He'd rip me a new one. He'd also probably think I was lying.

"Sorry kid. If you were eighteen we'd keep this situation between us two only." He closed his notepad, stood up, and left the room.

God. Always one year off for something.

There was no way I was lying. If they saw my driver's license they'd know I'm only seventeen. So for the next fifteen minutes I sat in an empty room with nothing but the sound of the clock ticking every second away. I hated the eerie silence. Hated it. I heard a knock and the policeman popped his head in.

"So we called. Your mother answered and said she's on her way to get you. My crew and I will head up to the clinic and inform you of what we find the next morning." I thanked him and he left as quick as lightning.

Thank you God for mom.

I let a sigh seep from my mouth.

"Nice description of me you gave him." I looked behind me and almost screamed. "Ya know, I think you should have told them of my wonderful, red eyes."

"I did." Dr. Smiley let out an amused chuckle.

"And how it'll be the last thing they'll see when they die. You've made quite a mistake sending four police officers to my wonderful clinic."

"You wouldn't dare-" My eyes darted to the doorknob which was twisting slowly. I looked back to finish my sentence, but Smiley was gone. Mom appeared in the doorway.

"Honey, who are you talking to?"

"Uuh... no one. Just thinking out loud." A nervous laugh came from me and I scratched the back of my neck. She gave me a confused look, but then shrugged. Was it all in my head? Was I hallucinating? I must have been, there was no way he was there just now.

"So does dad know I came to the police?" My mother only put her index finger to her lips and winked. I couldn't help but smile.

"Let's getcha home and on the way you can explain everything." I felt a little stress off my shoulders. The last thing I wanted to do was explain this to my father or have him even hear a portion of what happened.

We both slipped into my mother's tiny Nissan and boy, was she eager for me to tell her everything.

"So what happened during your appointment?" This was gonna be a long ride full of questions. On the way home I made sure to explain ever small detail from start to finish. Including the parts where I had to defend myself from the lunatic.

"And that's all that happened," I finished as I walked into the house.

"What do you mean 'that's all that happened'?" After realizing it wasn't mom who spoke, I looked at the living room to see a very disapproving look on my father's face.

Kill me now...

"Uuh I was telling mom about my appointment. I think I may be getting over this phase!" I gave my father a fake smile. His glare stayed for a while then softened into a genuine smile.

"Glad to hear that son!" He walked over to me and gave me a rough smack on my upper back. "That's my boy! Like girls for many years to come!" My fake smile never faded. But behind that smile was gritted teeth. Ready to open and unleash hell onto this old man.

We spent the rest of the evening just talking like a normal family. Except my father wasn't giving glares. He only smiled like a kid in a candy shop.

And that stupid smile is something I hate.