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thirty-six

Taunts & Phone Calls

Jameson

It’s been a few days since my cocksucker of a father sentenced me to life in this fucking institution. I’ve been angry and non compliant to say the least, so they’ve been drugging me more so than not because of my behavior. The voices won’t shut up, causing me to rage more than normal and I’m mad, big fucking mad that I hurt the ones I love. I let the monster win, yet again, and the chance to kill my father has come and gone. I’ll be stuck in this hell hole for the rest of my life, that’s if I don’t take it first, or go forth with plan b and just fucking kill everyone. ‘ The Massacre of Hillsboro Institute. The Carver Lives On.’ What a catchy little headline.I do like the sound of that.

“Then do it, pussy.”

“Yes, no balls Little Boy Blue.”

“Disappointment as always.”

Ignoring the three in my head is becoming harder and harder these days, wishing I could carve them out of my own fucking brain.

“If only it was that easy.”

“HAHAHAHAHA.”

“I mean… go for it.”

Growling, I leave my cell, because that’s exactly what it is. The room I was promised, with the best accommodations, was bullshit. Once a liar, always a liar. Surviving here would be easy if I played by their rules, but it's not in my nature to follow their commands. I’ve been daddy's puppet for far too long, but that ended the minute he signed my death sentence.

Everytime I think about what he has done, and the revelations of what I’ve done, my blood just boils hotter and hotter.

Rounding the corner as I head to group therapy, like I’ve been doing every day, I slam into Lolli.

“Shit, my apologies Lolli. I must’ve really been in my head that I didn’t see you pop out of thin air.” I snark and she giggles.

“Apology accepted. Let’s go talk about our feelings with the shrink.” She encourages while skipping towards the room we meet in daily.

“I suppose. We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” I say and she spins.

“Of course we do. I just like going to taunt the asshole. I make him very uncomfortable, and that makes my little black heart skip a beat, completing my day.” She says with a smile that’s definitely frightening with all the clown makeup she's wearing.

“Whatever you say, Lollipop.” I laugh and she gets in my face, poking her little finger at my chest. I look at her finger then up at her with a raised brow.

“It’s Lolli-gag, asshole. Get it fucking right, you prick.” She yells and I smile.

“Looks like I hit a nerve, Little Clown.” I smirk and her brows hit her head.

“Don’t be a dick, otherwise, I’ll let Jethro do what he wants to you.” she threatens, causing me to laugh.

“Hey, do what you need to do, seeing that I won’t be leaving this hell hole anytime soon.” I say as we enter the room.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Little Boy Blue never listens.”

“Like father says, always a disappointment.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I growl as Lolli looks up at me.

“The voices again, huh? Embrace them, Sir Jameson. It’s easier that way.” She giggles and I shake my head because she’s dead wrong. I don’t know what the voices say in her crazy head but they aren’t like mine. They’ve done enough damage for a lifetime.

“I like her. Can we keep her?”

“I just want her blood.”

“Let's dissect her brain. I bet it's filled with cotton candy and skittles.”

“Shut the fuck up!” I shout and everyone in the room looks at me.

“Mr. Callaghan and Miss Gaggiono, let’s go to my office. The rest of you are free to go.” Dr. Petrova orders and I huff. This man grates on my damn nerves. Everyone files out and we follow the dick a few doors down to his office. He rounds his desk as we all sit in the leather seats.

“I think today will be a non group therapy session. Gives us more privacy.” He says, but its the way he says it, and I don’t fucking like it.

“You don’t like anything. Lame ass.”

“For real, always a sad Little Boy Blue.”

“I’m bored. Can we just kill him already?”

Shaking my head, I clear my throat, but before I can speak he continues.

“I gather the voices are very loud for you today, Mr. Callaghan?” He asks and I nod, grinding my teeth together every time he calls me mister Callaghan.

“What triggered them today?” he asks and I roll my eyes.

“They don’t need to be triggered. They are always loud.” I spit and Lolli giggles, noticing that I’m losing my patience and fast.

“I see, maybe we need to increase your nightly dosage so you have a more heightened experience.” He suggests and I laugh.

“The meds don’t do shit other than give me a hard cock. Ya know, the getting blind folded and raped nightly is getting boring. They don’t do it for me anymore. My tastes are not what they provide, so I’m a bit of a dissatisfied customer. Try harder next time, Doc.” I chide as he writes in his little fucking note pad. My eyes zone in on his pen. It’s one of those dip pens with a very sharp tip. You can hear it dragging against the paper with every swipe, I bite back a moan as my dick twitches in my pants just hearing the sound and picturing it slice through tender flesh. The Doc clears his throat to get my attention as I was hyper fixated on the tool in his hand.

“I’m unsure of what you mean. Are you still hallucinating at night?” he asks and I want to fucking scream.

“So, what you're saying is that I’m making this all up. That the drugs are making me hallucinate sexual fantasies of being blind folded and raped every single night?” I say incredulously. The audacity of this man to call me a liar. All this drug does is make you feel good, want to get a nut off then go to sleep. Like what the fuck is even happening right now?

“He’s calling you delulu.”

“Just like the clown next to you.”

“He’s just telling the truth that you don’t want to hear.”

I growl, standing up as I grip the sides of my hair and pull at it. “I’m not fucking delusional. This place brings out my fucking crazy. It makes me crave things I shouldn’t while in here. I need out. Now!” I scream, causing Lolli to giggle.

“From where I’m sitting, you may need to spend a few days in the ‘Time-Out’ room. Just until we get your medication correct.” He suggests and I shake my head, feeling suffocated as everything starts to close in on me. I can’t do this in here. I can't. I need to kill. I’m stronger than this.

“Are you though?”

“You killed your brothers in cold blood. For what? What did they ever do to you? Besides love and protect you, and you fucking failed them.”

“And don’t forget your blood queen. You raped her before taking a knife and gutting her through the cunt you say you love so much. “

I shake my head as I pace the room. I can hear him talking to me over the voices, but I can’t make out what he’s saying, and I don’t fucking care.

“You let the monster win. Loser.”

“He sure did. Fucking failure.”

“No one will ever love you, wanna know why? Because you killed them all. How does it feel to be alone with us, knowing we are all you have.”

“Fuck you, I didn’t mean to do it! I told Spade to take the monster down. Same thing I told Jade. Jade, my Princess, fuckkk!” I yell, falling to my knees as I think of all the hurt I caused and how the voices are right. They are all I have in this place. No one will ever love me.

A small hand lifts my chin and I jump, not wanting her to touch me while I’m like this. She kneels down in front of me, tilting her head. “What can we do to make you feel better?” She whispers and I shake my head.

“Nothing. I’m not worth saving anymore.” I whisper back, causing her grip on my chin to tighten.

“I think I know something that will satiate your thirst for a bit,” she says with a wink as she stands up, walking back over to her seat as the doc documents my episode like I’m some sideshow freak.

Wiping my eyes, the scent of blood hits my nostrils and a gurgling sound echoes through the room. Taking a deep breath, I look over at Lolli, the dip pen in her hand, holding it out for me. Walking over to her, I take it and look at the doc holding his neck as blood seeps between his fingers.

“Hold his hands down.” I order and she giggles doing exactly as she’s told. Straddling him, she takes the tie from his bleeding neck and wraps the fabric tightly around his wrists.

“Such a good girl.” I praise and she smiles wide.

“Proceed, Sir Jameson. Get me bloody.” She orders, causing me to grin as I pull the docs hair back, exposing his neck so nicely as Islowly drag the pen across his throat, reveling in the feel of his flesh and muscle slicing like butter. Blood pours from his throat, spraying Lolli’s platinum blonde hair, her body excitedly bouncing up and down in his lap. He gurgles loudly as my eyes collide with his.

“See doc. All I needed was some blood, and to glide a knife through some flesh. Now I’m happy. Good riddance, motherfucker.” I spit, slamming the pen into his eyeball.

“Such a savage, Sir Jameson. I’d love to kill with you more often.” She says and I nod.

“Time to go Little Clown. What a mess we made, but it’s beautiful don’t you think?” I ask as I put my hand out for her to take.

“It is. Sucks for the clean up crew. Oh, let's leave a note of sorts. Who do we know that is more violent than us that can take the wrap?” She asks and I laugh.

“Oh, Little Clown. There is no one more unhinged than The Carver himself and he died not too long ago.” I say and her eyes widen.

“You knew The Carver? Holy shit. He’s a legend.” She giggles and I nod.

“Yes, yes I did. Now write your note and let's roll. We’ve got things to do.” I say, searching the docs pocket for his cell phone. I check his desk and finally find the thing in the bottom drawer. Opening it, the idiot doesn't even have a passcode on it. I dial a number I never thought I’d have to call.

“Hello,” he whispers on the other end.

“Axel, it's Jameson. I need your help.” I say and he gasps.

“Jameson, what's up? I heard you were in the hospital and no one would let me come see you.” He says in a panic.

“Awee, you’re such a good friend Baby Cyprus, but listen, I’m locked up in Hillsboro. I need all the bells and whistles to get me the fuck out of here. If you need money, name your price and I’ll pay it. Just get me the fuck out of here. Can you do it?” I plead as I hear him rustling around.

“Give me forty-eight hours and we’ll be there.” He promises.

“Perfect, and you can kill everyone but one person. If you see a crazy girl dressed as a clown, leave her be, she’s the only person I like here.” I order and he grunts.

“Got it. See you soon, friend. Get ready. I’m coming for ya.” He says and the line goes dead.

Forty-eight hours and I’ll be home free. Where I’ll go from there is a mystery, but I guess I have some time to think of a plan.