My Multi Ego

Queastion After Queastion

Recap

"She told you It's All Fun And Games Until I Come To Play, too bad you didn't listen" I said hitting Imani one last time knock her out, I got up off her looking at the light skinned girl, who is now trying to get away from me. "Karmas a bitch isn't she" I said not expecting an answer back, I raised my fist aiming for her stomach, but stop when somebody tasted me from behind. I fell to the floor shaking uncontrollably. I looked around to see the other girls in a line, far away from me as they can get. The lasted thing I heard was the light skinned at breath out a sign, and I black out while being dragged away by female guards and just remembering I don't have any clothes on.

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Egypt POV

I don't know how long I've been sitting, maybe seconds, minutes, hours, days. All I know is that being in this white room is driving me crazy. No one has came to talk to me, or any human contact at all. I guess this is the punishment for fighting. It's not even my fault; they anger me after I warned them not to. But I have to say it did felt good to let some of my anger out.

"Miss Diesel, you are to attend your therapy section today" A thin women with long brown hair, light brown eyes and pale skin. She had two guards behind her with tranquilizer guns, watching my every move. "How long have I been in here?" I question the lady with my dry throat that feels like I haven't drinking anything in days.

"Will, you've been asleep for 3 days and up for 2." she said

I wanted to yell "WHAT" but didn't, I just nod my head. "Well, come alone child your already 15mins late" the lady said walking out of the door. I got up and started to follower her, but I was stop by the two guards with tranquilizers gun, I looked up at them but they made no eye contact just took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on my wrist and also around my ankles...

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I was sat in and strip to a leather chair, with the straight jacket back on, because I quote "I'm dangerous and unpredictable, to just have handcuffs on" I huff when someone walked into the room.

"Hello Egypt, my name is Mr.Jones and I have heard a lot of things about you" A really young white male maybe 23 or 25 years old with blond hair and hazel eyes

I just looked at him, not answering him. What is a sexy man like him doing working here? I ask myself.

"Will, let's start with, what do you like to do?" Mr. Jones asked

"Read" I stated lowly and he wrote notes down in is notepad

"Favorite color?"

"Blue" then things took a turn for the worst as he started to get personal

"Do you have a good relationship with your mother?"

"No" I mutter

"Why is that?" I didn't answer him

"Ok. What about your father, do you have a good relationship with him?"

"No" I hissed at him

"Mmmm" was his only reply as he took more notes

"What about your little brother Colton, is your relationship good with him?" my eyes lit up at the thought of my little brother.

"Yes, I have a good relationship with him"

My once anger, went down and was replaces with calmness as I remembered my brother

"O, that good. Who takes care of your brother?"

"Me"

"But now that you're not there, who's going to take care of him?" I froze o my god how could I have forgot about that, how can I be so stupid, my mom won't take care of him because she's never there. I was shaking with anger, I was angry at myself for not thinking about him. But that didn't stop Mr. Jones from continuing

"I have some files here, that says you where bullied, and the student would say mean things about you, while your right there" I put my head down. How did he know that? That shouldn't be in any school files.

"There's one page in the files that says when you was in the 8th grade, you fraught and beat a 10th grade girl into a coma, which she's still have not woken up from because she call you name." I couldn't take it any more "SHUT UP!!" I yelled at him, my breath became uneven as I pushed away the memory of that day.

"You've beat the girl in a coma just for one word, what is the word" he demand

I started breathing heavily

"It's ok let it out, let me out, don't hold it in, just give in" my evil subconscious whispers kindly to me and I did, I gave in because when I'm angry and when I give into the dark side of me I feel great, confident, powerful and not unless and most defiantly not weak.

I smirk evilly "You better shut the hole on you face pretty boy before I shove me foot down your throat then I'll hide you in a box with a chemical that eats at your skin while your jabbed with nails that's have battery hooked up to them" I threaten, he looked surprise and shock from my change of behavior before he covered it "Man, you lucky I'm strip to this chair, with the straight jacket on, because if I wasn't I would have broken every bone in your body. I would cut your balls off and fe..." he cut me off by asking "What's your favorite color?"

"Why the fuck you wanna to know??" I snapped at him

"Just asking, I am your therapies for the next year and 9months"

"What would I get in return?" I questioned

"What would you want?" he asked rising an eyebrows

"What are you offering?" I shot back at him. His eyes narrowed at me

"If you're asking for sex then no" he hissed at me. I busted out laughing, I probably really looked like a crazy person as I throw my head back laughing at him.

"You...you thought I... With you" I tried to get out in between laughter. Then suddenly I stopped laughing and said "If I wanting sex from you or anyone at the matter I could get it, whenever and where ever. I'll show you I can get what I want but now back to your question I'll tell you when you're done questioning me"

"Ok, now what's your favorite color?"

"Red"

"What do you like to do?"

"Cost trouble" I stated proudly and clearly

"Do you have a good relationship with your mother?"

"Noop" I stated loud and clear

"Why is that?"

"Because she's a dead beat mother, she a bitch, slut and a whore who can't keep her legs close and take care of her kids" I said like I was talking about the weather.

"Do you have a good relationship with your father?"

"Ok first of all, my father was just a sperm donor who lifted because he was too much of a pussy to take care of his family, so I don't have a good relationship with him" Mr. Jones nodded his head and wrote it all down.

"And your little brother?"

I smirk "He's another me" I said proudly

"And last but not less the girl in the coma?" he asked eyeing my carefully, like he was waiting for me to snap at him but I just said in a dark voice "That bitch got what she was asking for".

"And what was she asking for?"

"An ass whipping" I stated as two guards came in.....