How He Broke

The Trigger (Tate's Alter's POV)

I clawed my way up to the surface. Taking a deep breath through my nose before

exhaling through my mouth. It had been awhile since I was let out of that cell.

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light. Dr. Harmon was sitting there watching me.

"Good afternoon." Dr. Harmon greeted me flatly.

"What do you want." I rolled my eyes.

Dr. Harmon chuckled. "What? You aren't happy to see me? That hurts Tate." He said with a sarcastic tone.

"I can think of a couple other people I'd like to see more than you." I replied, sliding back onto the couch I was sitting on.

Dr. Harmon smiled. "I feel the same way."

"Then why am I here?" I asked, not feeling the need to waste any energy on him.

"I just wanted to have a little chat with you." Dr. Harmon answered. "A little chat on what's been going on lately. We haven't heard from you in awhile."

I rolled my eyes.

"So, what's been going on?"

I tilted my head, looking into his eyes as I answered. "He's keeping me locked up."

Dr. Harmon chuckled, "And you haven't fought back? Seems out of character."

I chuckled as I shrugged. "It's the new thing I'm trying out."

"Explain."

"Maybe if I stay quiet he'll stop feeling like he has to waste his time talking to you." I answered flatly.

Dr.Harmon chuckled under his breath as he shook his head. "I see."

I shrugged. "I've come out a few times only to put people back in their place; typically to protect Sage." I answered. "Because we all know Tate's too weak to stand up for her himself."

"Tate's sweet. Innocent sure, but given the opportunity I'm sure he'd have no problem sticking up for himself and for Sage." Dr.Harmon corrected.

I shook my head in disagreement. "You don't know him as well as I do." I said. "I've been living with that kid for the past sixteen years. I have a better understanding of who he is, what he's afraid of."

"I'm his psychologist, Tate." Dr.Harmon laughed, brushing me off.

I smiled to myself as I acknowledged his comment.

"There's a lot more to that kid that you'll never know." I stated, crossing my arms. "I hear his thoughts, feel his pain. I know everything there is to know about him. I know the things he's ashamed of, the things he'd never admit to anyone, not even Sage."

"What is there to know?" Dr.Harmon asked, tilting his head in curiosity as he listened.

I smiled, chuckling softly. "You're his psychologist. Ask him yourself."

Dr.Harmon rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh.

"He told you we had sex with Sage, didn't he?" I smirked at the thought. "It would've been so easy to save her then. She was so vulnerable, so precious."

"How did you plan on saving her, Tate?"

I smirked, looking down at my hands as a memory replayed in my mind.

"I can't answer that." I smiled, looking up at him.

Dr.Harmon sighed as he shook his head.

"Well, since we're on the topic of Sage, how is she?" He asked.

"Perfect as always." I answered. "God I wish I could be with her forever. She's so bright, so beautiful and kind."

"What if she left you?" Dr.Harmon asked as he began to write on his notepad.

His question caused me to clench my fist tightly, my jaw locking.

"Let's say hypothetically she left you for someone else." Dr.Harmon began, "How would you react?"

"I'd shove my hand down their throat and pull their heart out." I answered without hesitation. "I'd completely destroy them because they took the one thing that mattered most to me away."

"And if she died?"

"I'd be right behind her."

Dr.Harmon nodded as he wrote it all down.

"So, you're obsessed with her?" He asked as he glanced up at me.

I felt my legs stiffen as anger began to fill my body. I wasn't obsessed. I loved her with every fiber of my being.

"No." I answered through gritted teeth. "I- We love her." I corrected myself.

"If you truly loved someone, you'd be able to accept the fact that they'd want to be with someone else who can make them happy." Dr.Harmon stated.

I slammed my hand clenched fist down on the arm of the couch. "I do love her! I make her happy!"

"No, you're mistaking love as obsession. The idea that you can't live without her, that you'd kill someone for taking her from you? That's not love."

I began tapping my foot, trying to keep myself from breaking, from taking the pen out of his hand and shoving it through his jugular.

"I'm not even sure she loves you." Dr.Harmon chuckled softly. "I know she loves Tate, but I wouldn't be so sure that she reciprocates the feelings you claim to have for her. Especially not if she heard what you just said."

"You don't know anything." I shook my head. 

"Are you sure?" Dr.Harmon asked. "How could anyone love a monster?"

I lost it. I stood, snatching the clipboard he was writing on before breaking it in half. I then moved behind him to hold him in a choke hold after I managed to grab the stapler he had sitting on his desk.

I pressed the cool metal to his neck, preparing myself to pull down and allow the staples to enter his neck.

"She loves me." I said, tears forming in my eyes. "She cares about me. She's the only person to ever acknowledge me. The first to ever see past Tate's pathetic facade and see who he truly is, who I truly am. She isn't scared of me. She loves me." Tears began falling down my face as my hands began to shake.

"Bring Tate back." Dr.Harmon managed to choke out as my hold around his neck tightened.

My body began to shake as I felt him pull me down from the inside.

"You'll regret this." I said, feeling my eyes roll back. "I promise you one day I'll have my revenge on you for this." I managed to say before I found myself falling back into the darkness.