Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Prologue: New Job

"Hey sweetheart. Ready for work?" Michael asked, adjusting the dark crimson tie around his neck with a toothy smile on his face. His gray suit covered his toned, masculine body very effectively, and made him appear even more muscular. The suit itself was flawless and didn't have a single piece of hair or dander on it, not even his silky blonde hair, which was impressive since Trisha had a dog. Then again, the dog mostly stayed outside because Michael didn't like dogs much. He claimed that they were too dirty and noisy. And though Trisha had tried to convince him they weren't, Rufus never helped her case. But being a 150 pound Rottweiler with a love of mud, it'd be difficult to keep the house clean if he ever came inside. Which is why he lived in the shed behind their large white house that sat in the center of the small city they lived in.

"Yes." Trisha responded curtly. She and Michael had been fighting. Again. At the beginning of their marriage, they rarely fought. Argued, yes. They did argue about small things such as where to put the painting of a bowl of fruit. But never full out yelled until a few years later. Now, being married for over seven years, they learned that sometimes silence is the best punishment. So far, up until this moment, they hadn't spoken to each other for a week. In all honesty, Trisha was thinking of a divorce. But that'd leave their two year old daughter severely confused and scared. She could never do that to Hannah.

Michael sighed, looking down in a mixture of anger, annoyance, and defeat. "Honey, I just asked you a question. You don't have to be snappy about it."

"I didn't snap." Trisha responded coolly, pulling on a dark red heel. It matched her beautiful black skirt, dark red blouse, and her slightly curled dusty blonde hair. She stood up once the heels were on and walked over to the vanity mirror, where Michael was standing. She pulled out some turquoise earrings and put them in her ears carefully, trying to avoid eye contact with Michael.

"You look beautiful." He mumbled, moving his hand slightly so that it rested on top of hers. Trisha didn't respond, just allowed a little bit of blush to come to her cheeks. No matter how many fights they got in, no matter how many harsh words were thrown at each other, he'd always make her swoon.

"Thank you, handsome." Trisha flirted, winking a little at him. He flashed her a smile and leaned over, giving her a long, sweet, loving kiss that felt like the one they had on their wedding day. After breaking apart from the kiss, Trisha left the bedroom and into the kitchen, gathering her manila packet filled with her important document. Today was the day she'd start working at a nearby penitentiary full of convicted criminals like murderers, rapists, child molesters, serial killers that weren't sentenced to the electric chair or lethal injection, and a bunch of other horrid crimes. And she decided to be a therapist. She had two feelings about this new job; one was fear, obviously. She'd be in a gigantic building full of convicted felons who could easily kill her! But on the other hand, she was happy that these men could have someone to talk to about personal things, like why they did the crimes, for example. She wanted to change the world, free it from the evil and sin that these men created. She knew it was a far fetched goal that would probably never happen, but if she could change a few murderers minds, then maybe she saved a few lives. That thought is what made her decide to take the job.

It was six in the morning, and Hannah was still fast asleep. Trisha didn't have to be in until one o'clock in the afternoon, but it never hurt to dress early. Plus, it made her feel more professional and confident. So she took out some eggs, bacon, and ketchup (Michael liked ketchup on his eggs, though Trisha never acquired the taste.) and she got to work on preparing breakfast. After adding a bit of margarine to the pan, she took the eggs and started to whisk them. Hannah absolutely refused to even look at the yoke, let alone eat it. While whisking the eggs, she grabbed six slices of bacon; three for Michael, two for her, and one for Hannah. She opened the window that sat above the stove and turned on the fan. Though she loved bacon as much as the next person, she hated the smell and how it made the entire house smell like breakfast all day. Soon, after a few flips with a fork, the bacon was cooked. Not very crispy, and a little raw on the edges. Perfect. She slid them onto the three waiting plates and then poured the eggs onto the burning hot skillet, allowing the yellow mixture to soak up the bacon grease like a sponge. She was stirring it around with a spatula when she heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hallway. Then she heard Michael and Hannah talking. Hannah was a little angel, and everyone always said so. She had long flowing blonde hair, big blue eyes, and for a two year old, she was already so polite.

"Hi Mommy!" The little girl squealed, hopping into her seat and neatly folding her napkin and setting it on her lap. Trisha smiled at the little girl and set her breakfast in front of her. "Tank you!" She said, taking a bite of bacon.

"You're welcome baby." Trisha said, serving Michael's breakfast.

"Thanks, gorgeous." He said, giving her cheek a kiss. Once again, Trisha blushed and sat down at her spot, starting to eat her eggs. They ate while listening to Hannah's dream.

"That sounds like a fun dream! What'd you and the walrus do after you road the elephant down the rainbow?" Trisha asked, pretending to be completely absorbed in Hannah's dream tale while she felt Michael's foot rub up her thigh. She kicked it away, a little annoyed. So that's why he was so nice to her this morning.

After breakfast, an annoyed and pissed Michael left for work without so much as a goodbye. Trisha did the dishes, and then helped Hannah play with her Barbie. At around twelve o'clock, the Nanny came over to watch Hannah. Trisha gave Mrs. Potash a list of rules for Hannah and explained that she'd be home at around six o'clock later that night. With a kiss goodbye on the cheek, Trisha left for her new job at the state penitentiary.