Flaws and All

(Chpt.11-11) Finally Something🙂

Chapter Eleven
-Fucking up-
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:: 2 Months Later, November ::
(Jacob's Pov)

It's been three months since I've been in here, and it feels like it's been a whole damn year already. I die from boredom everyday....well when I'm not being picked on by Dead Eye and his niggas. They still mess with me from time to time, but after the incident at the phones, the guards keep a close eye on both of us. Making sure we won't end up killing each other somewhere where they won't notice.

But nothing has really changed. Dyme still isn't answering me...after months of calling her. Christine has been distant but still puts money on my tab for commissary. A few updates occurred on my case, where the judge assigned me to a counselor here in the jail for someone to talk to. So now I gotta go to therapy in here as well other than doing my time.

Which is actually where I'm heading now. As I passed by some of the inmates down the hall, I finally came up to a door labeled "Dr. Adams". I knocked first before I heard a woman say "Come in", giving me the opportunity to step inside of her office.

"Good afternoon, may I help you?" A brunette haired woman looked up from her glasses and a file.

"Hi uh--I was told to come here. I'm Jacob Allen..." I told her.

"Oh..my new client. Please, take a seat" She took off her glasses and folded them up.

I took the only single chair in front of her desk and looked around a little bit. Who knew I would be in therapy while I was in jail on top of that.

"So my name is Dr. Adams and I'm a therapist here at the facility. I'm the one you come to when you're feeling stressed, overwhelmed...or if you wanna just get something off your chest. The judge told me that you were a victim of substance abuse and thats what led to the crimes you committed. Can I ask what kind of substance were you on exactly?"

"Heroin...." I said simply.

"Why Heroin?" she asked.

"I don't know. I just needed some relief but it just fucked up everything. I should've just put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger straight away if I knew I was going to end up like this..." I sighed, looking off to the side.

"So you're suicidal?"

"No. I'm just tired. My life is very stressful and complicated right now"

"What makes your life all those things?"

"Well because I'm in jail...facing three fucking years on a violent drug charge at that. Like–Its not like I was fully myself when I committed the crimes I did. I barely have memories of those actions. Then, I have no one to talk to. No one in my corner. I'm lonely. I'm depressed. I can't see my daughter, who I miss so much. I can't see the girl I love anymore because she was the one I hurt. The girl I was with is likely going to leave me soon. I have no connection to my family–I just don't have anyone.."

"I see. We'll.... I'm here to help you get through...at least some of the stress. We can talk about anything you want and I'll do my best to help"

"If you can get me out of here so I can see my daughter, that would be much appreciated"

She chuckled. "Now you know I can't do that, Mr Allen"