Taking the Risk

Lies -12

Patrick

A female police guard/officer walks up behind Patrick. "Patrick West."

Patrick looks at the female officer, "Sup, officer Sheyn?" He gets this goofy smile for the brown eyed female officer.

Unfazed by his smile, she cuts her eyes at him. "It's time for your therapy session with Dr. Morris."

He scowls; he hated it, but it is mandatory for him to go while he is in this hell hole. "Ight. Catch ya later, Roy." He gets up and Royce nods to him a 'see ya'.

Following the female officer down an empty hallway, Patrick tries to strike up a conversation. "So, how's your sister doing?"

Officer Sheyn sighs in annoyance, "She's fine. Not like you care, so why are you ever worried about her?"

They stop at the end of the hallway and turn to their right where a sandy closed door set. "I do worry about her and I do care about her. She is the mother of my kids. How can I not worry about her?" Patrick almost whines.

Officer Sheyn rolls her eyes, "Yeah, along with your son and daughter. They are suffering because you chose to do the things that you do. They need a father and I wouldn't be surprised at all if my little sister left your ass for someone better. Someone that can actually help her."

She knocks on the door, a little irritated at the fact that he actually thinks that he is doing the right thing with his life. But she was not the one to try and get him in line.

"But, I do. I told you the story behind Aynslee; the whore. I felt like I had to take care of her-." Patrick tries to spin a lie but is interrupted.

"Just a minute." A male voice says from behind the door.

"Take care of her when she told me that she was pregnant. But, when she lost it, she latched onto me." Patrick continues to explain.

The door opens interrupting Patrick's sentence. Officer Sheyn waves Patrick in then closes the door behind her, not wanting for him to explain anymore. She knew all about his lies and cheating ways from her sister. Night after night when her sister would call her crying about what Patrick had done or what she saw Patrick doing.

Leaving the two male together alone, Patrick's therapist is a 40 something-year-old man with amber colored eyes, heavyset figure, and a thin mustache. "Okay, Mr. West, sit down and let's get this over with," Dr. Morris demands.

Patrick plops down on the sofa and rests his head on the back of the sofa while Dr. Morris prepares for his client. Patrick hated these therapy sessions. "Alright, we started...err...stopped with Aynslee and how you two met," Dr. Morris says flipping through the notebook that has Patrick's name written across it.

Patrick sighs and sits up. "We met when she was attending Winter University for Journalism. She was always busy with clinical, papers; always doing something for herself to get into a higher grade."

"Hmm...Okay. That's what really attracted you to her?"

Patrick had to admit, smiling a little bit, "Yeah, she had that 'go-getter' mentality that was sexy to me. She didn't need to depend on anyone, so it took her a long time to let me in. To trust me."

"Did you tell her about your child and wife?"

Patrick sighs giving a little scoff to his answer, "No, I knew that Aynslee would want nothing to do with me if I told her about that. I helped her pay for school, books, and all that so she wouldn't have to work those two jobs just to pay for school." He rubs his hands together and looks at some of the bruises on his knuckles from fighting men and Aynslee. He sighs, he hated these sessions, but they were mandatory for his sentencing if he wanted to get out early or be up for parole.

"When was the first time you hit Aynslee?" Dr. Morris asks fiddling with his pen.

"Our second-year anniversary. She wanted to go to some fancy restaurant and I had other things to do. She kept nagging me about it...I just snapped at her. The next thing I knew, she was huddled in a dark corner of my condo crying and hugging her . . . knees." He caught a tear just as it was about to slide down his cheek. He didn't like talking about that because he never thought he would really hit Aynslee at all. But, it came down to it and the drugs that he took got the best of him that night.

"All the while, she's in there by herself while you are at your wife's house with your child?" He writes down notes.

"Right. I started drinking a lot because the wife was stressing me about some other girl. The wife is a hood chick, but she is not stupid and knows when something is amiss. She knew that there was someone else, but I denied it and kept it moving."

Dr. Morris nods, "Okay."

"No...Wait....it wasn't in college that I first met Aynslee" Patrick says really thinking about the very first time he had met her, ". . . It was high school. Seras High. Her 11th-grade year and everything else happened accordingly."

Nodding, Dr. Morris scribbles that down and moves on to the next topic of the matter. "Tell me about the pregnancies." Dr. Morris wanted to touch on everything...or at least half of the Aynslee issue.

"She got pregnant first at 19 years old after she graduated high school and got accepted into college. Yeah, we were fucking but I knew she was cheating with her best friend. I forget his name, but I paid for her to have the baby aborted. Then around the same time that she got her abortion, I found out that my other girlfriend was pregnant."

"But, you let your other girlfriend keep the baby. Why is that??"

"Because I knew that she was faithful to me. So, I wanted to be a father to my child." Patrick says truly believing what he could remember a few years back.

"Did you ever think about how Aynslee felt after the abortion?" Dr. Morris tilts his head to the left.

Patrick felt himself tearing up as something pull on his heart strings, "No. I just knew that she started whoring around before we met." At least, that's what he was told by quite a few fellow students at the college campus.

"Who told you that and who was she supposedly whoring around with?" Dr. Morris asks.

"Some students had told me about it. But, now the more I think about it or have thought about it. I am not so sure that they meant her. Because there were two Aynslee's. There was Aynslee Velasquez; my girlfriend and Ansley Kiet; head cheerleader. They use to call her Anyslee...because she would sleep with any—-." As his words slowed and the smile on his face fades, as he mentions the second Ansley, realizing what he had done. He had mistaken one Aynslee for the other and caused a huge fight amongst Aynslee Velasquez and Aynslee Kiet that day during P.E.

Dr. Morris nods while Patrick groans at his past memories and his own past mistakes. "Okay. Go on."

"Yeah, so Aynslee kept getting pregnant. At one point, when she was spending the night with me, I got so stoned and drunk. I killed...the baby." More tears swell up in Patrick's eyes, coming to terms with what he had done was taking a huge toll on his feelings. He never wanted to reveal or relive this part of his life, because it was one of the painful parts. "She was in the hospital for months. Not just because of the baby, but she slipped into a deep depression. A depression that would have caused her to seriously injure or kill herself. I visited her and told her that it was one of the drug dealers fault because he took some of my clients from me. I told her that I was sorry."

"Another lie." Dr. Morris questions but already knowing the answer.

Patrick nods. "The beatings got more and more frequent and anything triggered them. Dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, no food on the table, anything so small."

"Did you ever hit your wife like that?" Dr. Morris asks feeling a little disgusted by his actions.