Page 8 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I rush through the courtyard with Valley to the back of the property. Now that I know it’s there, I see the outline of a building in the shadows of the trees. As we get closer, I can see it’s surrounded by the forest, and there’s a large fence bordering off the rest of the forest from the grounds.

Valley notices the direction of my stare and is quick to tell me, “Never try to get around the fence, okay? It’s totally electric and will fry you!”

“Wow, really? I guess that makes sense, seeing as how this is a reform school and all. But are we prisoners here? Are we allowed to leave ever?”

“Well, technically no, but there are severe repercussions if you do try to leave. I mean, there are people who have never come back after they got caught.” She shivers with the memories.

I glance to my left, noticing a group of goth-looking students in a cluster, three guys and one girl. I nudge Valley. “Hey, how come you aren’t hanging out with them? Those guys are hot, girl!”

One of the guys looks our way with a glare.

All three are dressed in all-black. They all have black hair, too, obviously not natural.

The guys are all pretty tall and lanky-looking.

Young, too, around my age, maybe. The girl is in all-black as well, with long black and purple hair.

Her eyes are ringed in black, and a deep maroon stains her lips.

“Oh, fuck those wanna-be goths! Hot Topic shopping motherfuckers!” Valley huffs.

I laugh so hard; I have to clutch my belly. “Why do you hate them?” I manage to get out on a wheeze of laughter.

“THEY hate ME. They bully me, they’ve beat on me, all that nonsense. I guess I’m not dark enough. I've handled them, though. I'll tell you about it later.”

“Fuckers! I have your back, girl! What are their names?”

“I don’t know, I just call them Larry, Curly, Moe...and Deetz.”

I actually have seen the Three Stooges, one of the shows I was allowed to watch, so I get her reference. “Why Deetz?”

“Girl, tell me you’ve seen Beetlejuice?”

“Um, nope.”

“Oh my GOD, that’s a national crime! We will have a movie night if I can get my hands on a tablet or something.”

“Deal!”

She notices them all staring. “1985 called...they want their fashion back!” she screams out. I lose it, laughing so hard I have to stop walking. They give me dirty looks, but I just flip them the bird.

Valley cracks up beside me. “Posers!”

With my laughter dying down, I remember I wanted to ask her a question.

“Oh, how do we have the same therapy time? Is there more than one therapist?”

“No,” she responds. “My appointment is just a quick med check before I see the doc, so he’ll probably call me back first.”

“Med check? They have you on meds?” I furrow my brow, wanting to know the reasons, but not wanting to ask so soon.

“Yeah, everyone is medicated in here. There's a dispensary in the back of the building. We all line up at our designated times. To prevent fights, but they don’t actually give a shit. Haven't you noticed the utter lack of guards or even adults in charge, aside from teachers?”

“The fuck?” I mutter. “Well, no one is going to medicate me!” I say with gritted teeth. “Never again,” I whisper.

Valley pats my shoulder in understanding as we enter the medical building. Everything is blindingly white: walls, floors, ceiling. It smells like bleach and disinfectant. Yuck!

We walk up to a door that says “Hunter Harris, Therapist”. There are a few chairs placed around the door. We both take a seat. She looks at me, and side whispers, “By the way, he is hella hot! Don’t drool too much!”

My retort is cut off when the door opens, a shaggy-headed dirty blonde dressed in casual jeans and a T-shirt under an open blazer poking his head out.

“Valley, you can come on in.” He looks my way and smiles, acknowledging my presence.

He has breathtaking aqua-blue eyes and can’t be any older than thirty or so. He IS hot!

I wait nervously, shifting in my seat. After about five minutes or so, Valley comes back out. “I’m going to see Doc, she’s at the end of the hall,” she points to show me.

I nod with a lump in my throat. My heart is thrumming in my chest as he ushers me through the door. He smells incredible! A combination of something sweet and spicy, like woodsy marshmallows. Why am I so anxious?

I take a seat on the couch in the corner. He sits across from me, crossing his leg at the ankle. “Phoenyxx, right?” he asks, his voice like deep velvet. An unintentional shiver runs through me. “Yeah,” I rasp out, fidgeting with my skirt.

“I like the spelling, very cool,” he grins. “Since I don’t have a medical history, I’m going to have to ask you some uncomfortable questions. I promise everything said here, stays here though, okay?”

“Uh, I guess...”

“Alrighty then! You're eighteen, it says here. And your guardians disclosed that you have no memory prior to being eight years old, correct?”

“Yes,” I barely whisper. I really don’t want him to ask me about abuse or anything!

“You were homeschooled. Have you had any social interactions since being placed with your guardians?”

“No, they never let me leave the house until now.”

“Never never? Not even once?” he frowns.

“Nope, never.”

He minutely clenches his jaw, continuing on.

“This next question is important to answer honestly, okay? Have you ever undergone any abuse under the care of the Solomons?”

I laugh bitterly, scared to say too much. “You could say that. Betty is a cunt, and Matthew isn’t much better. I don’t want to get into it, please,” I answer, a warning in my eyes.

“It’s okay for now.” He clears his throat and continues. “Have you ever felt really sad? Depressed? Anxiety or panic attacks? Phases where you felt manic?”

“Um, well, I do have panic attacks,” I admit. “But not really for the rest.”

“And have you ever felt paranoid, or heard voices? Seen things no one else could?”

“Nope. Never.”

“Okay, that’s good enough for today. Thank you for your honesty, Phoenyxx. I would like to see you twice a week to start. Same time as today.”

I stand up and shake his extended hand. A spark of electricity spirals up my arm. I step back, startled. “Um, do I go see the doctor now?”

“Yes, she is waiting for you.”

I nod my head, backing out of the door and moving towards the office at the end of the hall.

I come up to the door and knock hesitantly. “Come on in!” the doctor calls. I step in and take in the medical table in the center of the room, and the tray of implements laid neatly to the side. My heart picks up as I think about what could be done with those tools.

“Hello, dear! I’m Dr Bancroft. I will be performing a general exam, a pelvic exam, and taking blood for testing. No need to be nervous, it’s all routine.”

I start to panic at the thought of anyone going near my pussy or my veins. I look at the smaller-stature woman, mid-40s, a neat, wavy red bob haircut, with classic features. I am frozen in place.

“It’s alright, Phoenyxx, I promise not to hurt you. Would you please change into the gown? Nothing underneath, please.”

I blow out a breath, stepping forward to quickly change into the gown. I fumble with the back ties but manage to loosely tie it together. I climb onto the table, asking, “What now?”

She frowns as she gets closer to me. Gently prodding my face, she asks, “How did you get this bruising? Has anyone hurt you?”

“No, no...I walked into the door, stupid mistake!” I tried to laugh it off, not daring to tell the truth.

She tsks, “To answer your question, I am going to check your vitals first. Then the pelvic, which won’t be painful, then lastly, drawing some blood for labs.”

“Okay, what are you checking for?”

“Any medical issues, pregnancy, and STD testing. Your basic chemical makeup, if you will.”

I just nod my head, hoping it all comes back okay. “How long before you know? Are you going to put me on meds?”

“All in good time, dear. It will take a few days for all the results. I will also be consulting with Mr. Harris, as well. I'll see you back here after all of the results come in.”

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” I mutter. I fill my thoughts with pleasant things and wait to be finished.