Did I Ever Mention

Chapter 8

Someone was yanking her up.

"C'mon. It's time for your psychiatric session." She heard a woman's voice, but was too weak to look up and see who it was.

Psychiatric? Did they think she was a complete nut job?

"What?" Acclie asked tentatively. "What are you doing?"'

"Since you won't get up and go, I'm making you." The woman declared it in a nasty tone.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Acclie yelled at her.

"To. Your. Psychiatric. Session." She said each word very distinctively.

Acclie gathered the strength to look up at the woman. Oh my God. It was that girl. The cashier at the cafe. Acclie's whole body collapsed. "Michelle!?"

Michelle shrugged nonchalantly. "Making ends meet by dragging patients to their psychiatric sessions never felt so good."

Michelle reached down to yank Acclie up by the arm again. But, as Michelle's hand neared her, Acclie bit down as hard as she could on the real psycho's forearm. Acclie looked down at Michelle's crumpled body. "Never touch me again, bitch." Michelle screamed in pain.

"Sonya! Help! Take her to Dr. Conoroy! She bit me for shit's sake..."

Acclie was staggering away. She tasted Michelle's blood inside her mouth. Acclie felt like she was a cannibal trying to eat Michelle's flesh away. Another damn thing to use against my benefit.

She felt one firm hand come upon her shoulder, the other on her waist.

Acclie whirled around.

The man beamed. "Hello there, I'm Dr. Conoroy," he held took on hand off her shoulder and held it out. "You must have been looking for my office, correct?"

She didn't shake his hand. She swatted the other one off her waist and gave him a  disgusted look. "No, actually, I was being dragged her by the actual psycho!" She pointed behind her at the hallway. "I don't need help! Would you just please get me out of here? All I have are some scrapes, cuts, and bruises. They're all cosmetic! I didn't need a heart transplant or anything for damn's sake."

"We're only keeping you here for reasons as to being how mentally unstable you are. You need to take a few sessions here, then you'll be committed into an asylum. Now, come in." He started pushing her into his "office".

"NO!" Acclie screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her and save her, too. "Get your hands off of me you prick!" Acclie struggled against him. There was no way she was going in there.

After one huge shove, Dr. Conoroy made Acclie fall to the ground. He turned around and locked the door from both sides, so Acclie couldn't get out, and no-one could get in. He slid the key into his suit pocket.

Dr. Conoroy gestured to the couch. He smiled. "Have a seat. Tea?"

Acclie was too dumbfounded. She propped her self up after he had thrown her to the ground. "No, and no."

Dr. Conoroy raised his eyebrows. "A stubborn one I have here, eh?" He smiled then.

Acclie didn't answer. She didn't even look at him. She put her hands in her lap where she sat and lowered her head down.

"Can I get you to tell me your name, dear sweetie?" Dr. Conoroy was not even close to anything attractive. He had receding brown-grey hair, that went well with his hazel eyes. But Acclie didn't find it attractive. He was also short and muscular. Acclie was easily taller than him by 3 inches, in her heels, 9.

"I'm not telling you anything." She raised herselft up and moved to any spot that was farthest away from him.

"Are you hinting that we should play charades?" He beamed at his own joke.

"No, you prick. You're not very professional at what you do, you know." Acclie muttered.

"What?"

"Huh. Deaf too." Acclie looked up and smirked at the man. "Once I get out of here, I'm suing this place for battery."

"Have fun doing so, dear sweetie." He looked bored. He shifted the clipboard he was holding to his other arm.

"Oh I will. You can't make me do something against my own will. Let alone physically make me. So, piss off." She cocked her eyebrow and flipped her hair. "Don't call me 'dear sweetie' either, or I may just bitch slap you."

Dr. Conoroy got up and paced toward her. "Dear sweetie, you may just want to start talking about now, or things will get ugly real quick." He leaned in toward her and pinned her against the wall.

Acclie kicked him in the groin in one swift movement. As he fell to his knees, she slapped him hard, a resemblance to the slap she gave Chris. Acclie wished badly that he was here. Where the hell was all her stuff? The clothes some perv must have changed her out of, her precious iPhone, her most likely totaled Bugatti? A final thought came to her:  was Karra involved in the accident? Karra couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 cars behind Acclie. Oh God. Acclie felt sick to her stomach.

Acclie started kicking Dr. Conoroy repeatedly. After he had closed his eyes and stopped moving, she rested her eyes on a window that looked over the park outside. Acclie ran to it. She pulled the curtain aside and unlatched the window's lock. She didn't care about her iPhone anymore. She cared about getting out.

She busted out the screen with her bare fist, then pulled herself up to the opening.

Acclie squeezed her eyes shut as she jumped down. She landed in a second or so, and then started peeling out across the park. She realized she was running through Griffith Park in Los Angeles, which also meant an old friend of Acclie's lived just a few blocks away.

Acclie was sure she looked ridiculous, dead sprinting across a crowded park in a hospital gown. She would never be so happy to see Tamika again.

She sobbed as she reached the apartment complex. She ran up all the stairs as she reached #27.

Acclie pounded on the door. "Tammy! Please! Help me! Open up!" Acclie screamed.

She tried the nob. It was locked.