The Abyss of Misery...
She looked down
at her usual clipboard and when Derek stepped forward to shake her hand she
ignored it.
“Cocaine, huh, booze … what
else?”
Derek noticed
the rebuff but forced a smile, hoping to charm her for future purposes. After
seeing she would be unmoved, he responded with hesitation: “Sex addiction.”
Ms. Fisher
nodded, “And…”
“Nothing.”
“Says here
you’re also a pathological liar.”
“Huh?”
“Your first
evaluation,” she flatly responded.
“Oh.”
“Go on in. Your
bags will be in your room. How are you as far as detox?”
“Huh?”
“Detox,” she
repeated with irritation in her voice.
“Oh, um, fine.”
“Hmm,” she
studied him. “We’ll wait and see about that. After you detox, expect
orientation to begin.”
“No, I’m clean,” refuted
Derek.
“Uh-huh,” she
wrote something down.
“What did you
write?”
She looked up
and went to the door, opened it, and waited for Derek to enter. Derek still
wanted to know what she wrote. He dropped it and looked up at the doors and into
the still interior.
“Fuck,” he said
under his breath as he walked into what seemed like the abyss of misery.
The Abused -- Coming Spring 2020
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