His therapist

Chapter 6

I'm a liar

Marlena

Tom had said earlier that day that I wouldn't have to worry about dark anymore. I wouldn't be seeing him and though I felt I had left a man that needed my help behind I knew that he was becoming emotionally attached. And for the sake of my new relationship it needed to come to an end.

I was finishing up some paperwork before Tom would come and walk with me before driving me home. And then red lights that made my eyes shut tight and ear piercing buzzers started to go off and left me in confusion.
Not even five minutes later Tom came in and started to pull me out of my office. "Dark got out of his cell he's walking around freely and no one can calm him down. I need to get you out of here." He said making me dig my heals into the ground and stop.

"If darks out I need to help. Maybe I can talk him down." I said marching to the halls where the inmates slept. I ignored Toms protests and attempts to stop me and pushed on toward the yelling where I assume Dark was being attacked. I yelled at Tom to let me through and get to Dark quickly so I can help. Rounding a corner I caught sight of him our eyes locked and I made me way over to him.

There was a swarm of guards surrounding him trying to get him to the ground but somehow he stayed on his feet. I ran up to them and attempted to pull them away resulting in me getting an elbow to my left eye.
Before I could even recover Dark was at my side. He was looking me over with a worried expression until we were both thrown on the ground. A man had pushed him down and I somehow got caught underneath him.

Then I felt two firm hands pull me away from him. No this can't be happening they'll kill him.

As I got desperate and started to panic I managed a loud demanding yell "Stop!" And attention was on me.
Well I guess my dad left me with something useful, the sound of authority was thick in my voice with my following requests.

"Get off of Dark I will escort him back to his cell." I said as calmly as I could. "But ma'm he could hurt you." One guard protested with worry in his voice. "He won't and if he tries shoot him." I said confidently. To my utter surprise they listened. No one dragged me away or ignored me, they got off of him to where he could stand. He got up quickly facing me and everyone waited for my next move. I grabbed his left hand and bicep. Damn this dude could lift a damn truck. He leaned into me and a guided him down the long hallway and guards had guns aimed at his back.

I kept my eyes fixed on his so he  wouldn't  an outburst of cause panic. When we got to his cell I stepped behind him and attempted to push him in gently by his lower back so this hole thing can be over. But he decides to be difficult and turns around quickly with a scared look in his eye. He gets so close I can feel his warmth and his breathing quickens, telling me he's not liking the idea of being behind bars again.

To try and be as soothing as possible I put my hand over his chest to where his heart was pounding. He put his hand over mine keeping me close to him.

Pushing him backwards until he was in his cell was a chore. At any moment I was scared he'd snap and break my hand that was still on his chest. But somehow I got it done and we both stood inside his bear room that gave me chills. A guard rushed in trying to get me out in fear for my safety. As soon as he touched me Darks breathing quickened and he tensed up. I pushed the guard away and told him
"I'll be out in a few" to assure Dark would stay put, at least for now.

He had a hint of a smile playing on his lips while we stood there in his cell. His eyes never left me. Sitting down on his bed and pulling him down with me to the uncomfortable surface. I was going to have to get him a proper pillow and blanket, no wonder he had bags under his eyes. I attempted to remove my hand from him but he reacted automatically and not in a good way. So I kept it where my hand was.

I managed to get him to lay down with me sitting beside him as he gazed up at me. I whispered calming things to him as his eyes slowly closed more and more with every passing minute until his breathing evened out and he was asleep.

I sat up quietly and walked out of his cell where a very upset Tom was waiting for me.

He waited until we were out of the building to start yelling and scolding me about what just happened. "Christ sakes Mari he could have killed you!" He shouted as we entered my home.
"I know." I said In a monotone voice "the guards had it taken care of you shouldn't have done that." He continued "it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing to me." I fought back. "Mari you can't be so reckless not anymore." He huffed and stormed out to his car and drove off without letting me answer or defend myself. But I got the job done and I don't feel bad about it. No one got to hurt except for my left eye that would probably bruise some.

I decided to go to bed and call it a day.
Tomorrow's going to suck.