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Storming into officer james office i smile when i see stephen instead of his brother who im usually with. His smile turns into a smirk and he eyes my outfit taking his bottom lip between his teeth. He was such a flirt. He was the type of guy who was hot as hell and knew it. He charmed his way into several girls pants and i wouldnt be one of them, although that didnt stop him from flirting.

"Wipe the smirk off your face before i punch all your teeth out, stephen." i snap putting my hands on the desk and he clears his throat awkwardly fixing papers infront of him.

"He's ready for you" stephen says changing the subject sensing i wasnt in a playfull mood. Standing up he guides me toward the cells and i can feel the anger from last night bubbling under my skin the closer we get. "45 minutes lawton and if it becomes to much like last time you know what to do" he says protectively giving me a warm look unlocking the door and i walk towards him watching as his face lights up. He opens his mouth to talk but his words are swallowed when the palm of my hand meets his face.

"Ow! And i thought you would be so eager to see me after last night!" He chuckles smugly. I know the hit didnt hurt as much as he made it seem by the teasing smirk on his red painted lips. His eyes are predatorial and he looks ready to pull one of his tricks any minute.

"What the hell were you doing in my apartment last night?" I scowl and he grins.

"I was taking a stroll in the neighborhood and just happened to uh...stumble across your home. Is it so wrong to stop and say hi to a friend?" He asked and i felt my eye twitch.

"You were locked up in here you shouldnt be taking a stroll in any neighborhood" i yell angrily at him but he begins clicking his tounge.

"Tut tut tut if i was locked up how would i be on the streets?" He teased playing with my words a sinister smirk on his face. I was begining to see why he went through psychiatrist like underwear. He was a smart ass, a pain and never took anything serious. Nobody wanted to play his stupid childish games 24/7.

"No, you werent locked up. So how did you get out?" I ask and he groans rolling his eyes. Childish!

"Come on doc, youre usually more fun than this you play my games you usually dont ask these stupid ass question" he huffs rolling his eyes and i slump in my seat pushing my head in my hands rocking back and forth slightly. If this conversation continued like this id be in the cell next to him.

"You look exhaused...you been sleeping?" He asked amused and i snapped. Did he-did he seriously just ask me that? Did he really just call my questions stupid?!

"No i fucking havent you...you ass! And its your fault! Since you broke in 2 nights ago ive been having these weird day dreams that dont make sense and nightmares i have to scream myself awake from and make sure no other psychopathic egotistical nutjob can get in my house!" I snapped pulling at my hair frustratedly before closing my eyes. I hear him lean forward and feel his thumb under my eye wiping something away and i realize its tears. I push his hand away and quickly wipe them away and look at the wall behind him. How had he gotten me to this point? Just a few weeks ago durring his first session it was good now here i am looking over my shoulder constantly, having serious mood swings and crying infront of a psychopath.

Maybe this is all my fault, i knew he was crazy when he first came. All i did was play his games and sparked interest in his deranged little mind he probably took a strong liking to me and is going to become obsessed which is extremely unhealthy so i need to be normal like the rest and hopefully i dont get stabbed by a pencil and just move on to my old patients. Glancing back at the clown i notice his tounge glide over his red lips as he was stairing at me.

"Why are you stairing at me?" I ask softly, lightly sniffling. He tilts his head before leaning forward as if he was about to tell me a secret and i slowly lean forward not realizing i was easing out my chair until i could feel him breathing on my lips.

"I uh...sorry" he breathes out as if he isnt sure if he ment it or not and i roll my eyes, standing up ready to end the session when he calls my name.

"What joker?" I ask softly sniffling giving him one last glance but hes stairing at me intensly and running his tounge over his silver teeth.

"You uh...you look pretty when you cry" jokers breathes out and i feel my face warm up and i begin to stumble over my feet as i walk out. Why was i acting like this...over a psychopath?!

Sitting infront of my tv i throw popcorn at the tv as another commercial came on. The movie wasnt even 20 minutes in and this was the 3rd damn break. After today all i needed was reruns of my favorite movies and comfort food.

"Thats such a waste" a deep voice said and i screamed throwing the remote at the culprit behind me but they easily caught it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I gasp angrily, trying to catch my breath but he chuckles climbing over the couch plopping next to me a grin on his cherry red lips.

"Whaaat? Now i cant come visit you?" He ask astounded. "Didnt get the memo! Thought you enjoyed my presence" he huffed but i rolled my eyes.

"I enjoy your presence and jokes but youre suppouse to be in arkham locked up not in my living room while im half dressed!" I snark remembering i only had a red lace thong on and a burgundy oversized tshirt im not sure where it came from but it smelled heavenly.

"I didnt tell you to not put clothes on, besides if i leave im just going to end up getting into something" he says letting the thought sink in before a chesire grin grows on his face and he stands up off the couch but i pull him back down.

"No J! Youre going to stay right here on this couch. You wont go out killing innocent people if i can stop it" i yell nearly straddling him but he smirks his baby blue eyes turning a few shades darker.

"Oh i wont go anywhere if you stay in this position doll" he grins with his voice predatorial. He never...flirted with me like this before, wait, was this even considered flirting? If so why was he flirting? Was he serious or just joking?

"Youre such a...a pervert" i scoff after a second realizing i never said anything. I go to climb off him or try being the better word but his hands place themselves on my hips one of his thumbs brushing right underneath my scar making me shiver.

"T-this is so innapropriate j, we should not be this close" i stutter and internally curse myself. Why was he making me so flustered...why wasnt i scared or nervous, why wasnt i calling the cops?! He adjusted my weight making his pelvis rub against mine and it was like a switch flipped in me. I could feel him everywhere, his breath on my neck his scent in my nose and his warm large rough hands rubbing my thighs firmly gripping them. The heat between us made me feel like my skin was on fire and i could feel myself melting into him. Why was my body reacting like this to him? His lips ghosted from my collar bone up to my ear earning a shiver from me. Why was i so turned on just by his touches and a few words. Like some dumb whore that easily opened her legs. The fire quickly burned out as i jumped off his lap and ran a hand through my hair.

"Get out" i snapped my voice shaky and uneven, i couldnt look at his face but i bet he either rolled his eyes or was stairing at me. Probably both.

"What?" He growled annoyed though i know he was confused and maybe slightly startled and it sent a vibration down through my body. Why did him growling turn me on? Why was i feeling anything but repulsed.

"Get out! Go run in the street play in traffic kill people, kill yourself, i dont care but get out. I....just please get out" i whisper the last part feeling my eyes start to burn. I hope he leaves before the tears come down and he gets the satisfaction of knowing he broke down another psychiatrist. He huffed and i hear him get up before feeling his heat behind me as his lips placed a teasing kiss on my shoulder before he bumped into me roughly and slammed the front door. When he did i felt warm tears running down my cheeks as i slump to the floor. He was a manipulator. Its what he does, he observes and learns how people act and think then twist his way into their mind. He controls them until he gets his way. I hated being alone i craved affection and attention somehow he figured that out and used it to get to me until we almost had sex just now and wouldve had me chasing after him head over heals. I let out a sob as i drag myself to my room and plop into my bed. I hated being alone so much i found comfort in a psychopath i enjoyed his attention, his witt even his facial expressions. God, i sounded like some lovesick teenager. I hated it. The way he made my skin spark, the way his eyes watched my every move the way he made me laugh and smile. Another sob escaped my lips as i questioned my sanity. I was even having dreams that didnt make sense and half the time he was there, in them. My throat began burning and my eyes stung while my head felt like a game of ping pong was going on. What the hell was happening to me?

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