The Blood Assassin

Chapter 14

Logan's P.O.V

"You do understand I was joking about the whole shrink thing right?" I ask horrified

"Yes I do, but I noticed that you all really need one," my Mom says,"Everyone will have their own personal time with him then at a certain day all of you will go at the same time, Logan you go first right now,"

Oh fucking shit.

They have a private shrink at the Agency incase agents get so traumatized that they have to talk about their problem.

I don't need to fucking talk to anyone about my problems, they are mine.

I get into the room where he is supposed to be in and just my luck his waiting patiently for me to arrive.

I see a couch where I'm supposed to sit in so I put my head on one side of the arm rest and my feet on the other then I see him already writing some shit down.

"Good morning Logan I'm Dr. Peterson" he introduces himself.

I nod and don't say anything and just continue glaring at the ceiling.

"So how was your day so far?" he asks

Why the fuck do you need to know that?

"Shitted"

He writes more stuff done, how does he get so much from just one word.

"What are your favorite colors?"

"Red and Black,"

"Why those colors?"

"Red resembles blood and Black resembles death to me,"

"You were an assassin," he states

I look at him,"I am an assassin," I say earning more things to be written down.

"What are your favorite things to do?"

"Killing people that annoy me," I say looking at him, I think he got what I was trying to say but he chose to ignore it.

"When was the last time you felt anxious or uncomfortable?"

"About a few seconds ago when you asked me a question,"

"When was the last time you felt at ease and peaceful?"

"About ten minutes ago when I wasn't here,"

Lie

When was the last time I felt at ease? When Blake was holding me maybe.

"What's your biggest fear?" he asks

"I'm not scared of anything,"

"Everyone's scared of something, I'm scared of puppets,"

"I'm not everyone and that's a dumb fear," I reply

"It depends with the person and what they've gone through that makes them scared of a certain thing and I know you are scared of something," he says

"I'm not fucking scared of anything okay? I'm not sca- shit,"

"You just proved it, what are you scared of?" he says calmly

"You want to fucking know huh? I'm scared that one day everyone will see me the exact way I see myself," I say my voice breaking at the end.

Damn his good.

"And how do you see yourself?"

"A fucking monster," I mutter audibly

I straighten up wanting this whole thing to be over,"Are we done?"

You barely started.

"No not yet, let's talk about your grandfather,"