Abusive - Psych

Chapter 3

//actions of abuse

(Tyler's POV)

I kindly asked Gus to gather more information as I went to the doctors. I didn't tell him it was the doctors but I told him Adam needed me.

Adam never needed me.

I walked into my doctors office, signing in, I waited. My thoughts have been getting worse, the voices in my head. I never really talked to anyone about them. Besides my self, I talk to them, so I'm not alone at night.

I was called back and I took a seat.

"Hello Tyler- how are you feeling?" He asked pulling out my file. "Okay- I guess- I-I- huh - I had lunch with Gus and had a pineapple smoothie" I smiled at him as he smiled back at me. "Was it good?" He asked "deliciousness- you should get one time-"

I told him the place.

He proceeded into the meeting, asking how my sleep is going, my relationship, my feelings, my job with the department and Gus. "Everything is good- I been taking the sleep medication that you asked maybe more than I should but I do" I told him.

"More than you should?" He repeated. You fucked up Tyler you fucked up, you can't tell you take them to get away from Adam... You fucked up. "I only take one extra if I want to go to bed around 6 or 7"
I told him, lies lies lies all lies.

"Well, be-careful doing that, we don't want you accidentally overdosing" he wrote some stuff down, yeah 'accidentally' overdoing I thought. "How are your arms?" He asked I forgot he knew, "healing" I told him he instead to see so I did. "Well that will be the end of today's session, I will see you Friday, same time" he smiled "see you than" maybe

I went home, Adam was home hopefully he wasn't drinking again. I unlocked the front door and went inside. "Hey" I said re-locking the door.

I didn't hear anything but than a beer bottle was smashed against the door by my head. "What are you doing?" I smelled the beer on him he has had one way to many.

I turned around, "coming home" I walked past him, I don't eat much at home, I usually do with Gus, but I almost get sick every time.

He stumbled towards me, and grabbed my shoulder. "Where do you think you are going!" He yelled in my face. I didn't say anything, he than got frustrated with my silence.

He slammed me into the wall and kicked me in the stomach before I even knew what happened. I chocked for air, "you worthless piece of shit!" He yelled kicking and punching me one after another.

My face hurt, it truly hurt. He reached for something and than it hit me. 3 beer bottle shatter across my arm, I feel the pain and try not to scream. The blood was dripping glass in my hand.

He grabbed my face, "why are you even still here?!"
He spit the words and hit and kicked me one more time before plopping his ass on the couch.

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I feel bad