Boucher House: Part One: Broken Asylum Duet by B C Morgan

Author:B C Morgan [Morgan, B C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-28T16:00:00+00:00

Presley

It feels good to be out of the jacket, but I wish Baxter could feel this freedom as well. Not that I feel free right now, sitting in this chair, staring at Boucher. Watching the way his eyes dance around the room, never settling in one place for too long. He may be able to hold himself still, but I think there has to be a part of him that is always moving. It tells me a lot about him, more than he wants me to know.

I think it says that he doesn’t have as much control as he likes us to believe, and he’s not as formidable. He has all the control, but that’s because of his position compared to ours, not because of him. Outside, he would be a no one. That thought makes me want to smile, but I can’t. It would defeat what I have set out to do today.

This could backfire spectacularly, and I could be wrong about the reason why he wants Miller gone, but I don’t think I am. If my plan works, then maybe I should revisit all the thoughts I’ve ever had about him.

“How are you feeling today, Presley?”

“Honestly, I’m pissed off,” I tell him, folding my arms across my chest, and his eyebrow twitches. I think I’ve taken him by surprise, because I haven’t given him the answer I usually do, and he doesn’t like it.

“Why is that?” He steeples his hands, pressing his thumbs against his sternum, and I bite back my smirk.

“Because I’m tired of fighting everything—my diagnosis, the treatments—but more than that, I am sick and tired of having to see Richards’s replacement,” I sneer, instilling as much animosity as I can into my voice.

“I was under the impression you liked Dr. Miller. You certainly seem to be more forthright with him than you were with Dr. Richards.” His eyes gleam even as his top lip curls, before he quickly fixes it back into its position of utter complacency.

Bingo.

“Why, because I told him that I hated my parents? It’s nothing that I haven’t told you. It doesn’t help, and I don’t want to see him anymore, not him and not those fucking sessions you make me sit through with Baxter. Honestly, Miller is no better than Richards, he loves the sound of his own voice.” I kick my legs out, crossing them at the ankles as I glance around. “He fits right in with your staff. I might be sick of fighting everything, but talking about my ‘issues’ isn’t going to help anything.”

“Do you hurt yourself because of him?” Oh yeah, he’s practically salivating at the mouth. Maybe I’ve given him everything he needs to give Miller the boot, but I don’t think he will. I honestly believe he doesn't want people here that genuinely want to help us.

“No, I do that because I’m bored, bored, bored.” My skin is itching, and I can feel my eyes and fingers starting to twitch. My composure is slipping, the darkness is creeping in, and I’m going to lose control any minute now.

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