Falling in Love with Psychopath

Falling in Love with a Psychopath Chapter 3: The First Session

     It was quite early in the morning, I made sure that I had my first therapy session before Michael woke up. I entered the cafeteria and Dr. Loomis was already waiting for me with his tape recorder, his microphone, and two cups of coffee for us.

"Do you take sugar?" he asked as soon as I sat down.

"Just black is fine." I replied dully.

"Alright Angel, I'm going to ask you some questions about what you have done," he said in a half enthusiastic tone, "Let's start with the first girl, shall we? What was her name?"

"Maria."

"What did she ever do to you?"

"She just added to my Hell of a life."

"What did she do to make you hurt her?"

"She beat me. Every day after school. I thought I was too weak to fight back but when I did, that bitch got what she deserved."

"What did you do to her?" he asked.

"I bashed her head into the brick wall behind my school building, then continued to beat her with my math book. But of course you already know that don't you?" I was pissed now, he knew everything there is to know about me yet he asked just to piss me off.

"I just wanted to hear your side of the story," he calmly replied, "Now what about your life at home? Tell me about that."

I took a deep breath and started, "Again, my life was a living Hell. I was beat there too. By my father and my brother. I still don't care for my mother that much, but she is all I've got other than my baby brother."

"What was his name?

I laughed, "Michael, ironic isn't it?"

Dr. Loomis just sat there and stared at me. "Moving on. Now why did you kill your father?"

"Because he was a frickin alcoholic. I was sick of it."

"How long was he an alcoholic?"

"Ever since my mother met him. It got worse after that."

"Did he ever do anything to you?"

No shit... I thought. "Yeah. Too many to count. He beat me when he was really drunk, but that was a bad day. On a good day I would go to bed with only a few cuts and bruises."

"Wow," started Dr. Loomis, I was sure that the was just going to keep pissing me off with more of his stupid-ass questions, "How did you kill him?"

Yep, that pissed me off, but I needed to stay open to the whole therapy thing, "I hit him in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat then slit his throat with sewing scissors, then I continued to stab him with the scissors."

"Alright then, how about you older brother? What was he like?"

"When he wasn't beating the shit out of me, he was a pervert. He had a complete slut for a girlfriend too," I already knew what he was going to ask next so I answered, before he could, "I killed them while they were having sex, which was a horrible sight to see, but I just stabbed them with a big kitchen knife."

Dr. Loomis just sat there for a moment and stared at me, "Tell me about yourself. What do you like?"

I was confused, he actually asked me a question he didn't know the answer to, "I play the piano and paint. That's it though."

"So an artist and a music lover. Interesting. Well, I think you have had enough of me for one day, so I shall see you tomorrow." 

"Alright." I said, happy that I could finally get out of there. I got up and started towards the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot, your mother is coming today at lunch." Dr. Loomis said just as I was walking out the door.

"Just great." I muttered to myself.