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gazes, their mutual anger marrying right then and there. “I’m not supposed to be doing this, but it is the only way I can think of to help you! This ties into so much. Do you want to keep on down this path or deal with it?! You don’t run, you ride the storm, choose your poison, and claim your position!” The man’s voice vibrated as the emotions burst through him…
    Aaron sighed, crossed his arms, and remained quiet. Dr. Owens was more than his therapist; he was a friend, and they both knew it… So it was time to treat him as such… reluctantly or not.
    “Okay, so here is what I’d like to do.” Dr. Owens retook his seat after the calm settled over them. “Limestone Correctional Facility has conjugal visit facilities that most people are unaware of, for a myriad reasons. Most inmates are not allowed to use them, but in some cases, they are in fact permissible. I will ensure that you receive an OK. I would be immediately taken in to fill out some paperwork and then you would be allowed to enter when the prison population is not out in the yard. You’d have complete privacy and anonymity, not including the guard that is designated to stay right outside the door.”
    Another surge of anger swelled within Aaron. His eyes undoubtedly darkened as he looked at the man who sat across from him. He tried to stay positive, to dwell within the light, but… the darkness, the blackness… the stark pitch inside of him won…
    “You can’t trust me to not to do something to ’er…” He smirked, placing one hand over the other on his lap.
    “You won’t.” Clearing his throat, the doctor casually turned to his computer and began to type as if nothing of importance had been stated.
    I just made a damn threat and he ignores me… fucking arrogant son of a bitch.
    “You don’t know that…” Aaron leaned over the man’s desk, waiting for him to jump out of his skin.
    You’re afraid of me. I love it, feed me… feed me your fear!
    “I’m 99.99% sure of it, Aaron. You’re a threat to many but to Mia?” He kept his eyes fixed on the computer and typed away. “Nah, I don’t believe that for one second.”
    “How can you be so sure, huh?” Aaron slicked the tip of his tongue over his upper teeth, hungry for a confrontation. He’d fast become a drink called ‘Sludge’; he’d never go down easy. “You said I’m sociopathic, cold hearted, violent, and xenophobic, with childhood traumas that have left me fucked up to the point that I ooze with emotional and mental dysfunction. How could you trust a fella like me to be nice to anyone, hmmm?”
    “You are predisposed to violence when you feel threatened; you were an extreme racist that is a work in progress. However, you understand the pieces that created that situation in your life and you do have childhood traumas that have left deep-rooted psychological and emotional scars. Yet, I do not believe you are particularly cold hearted and you being a sociopath is still on the table, but mostly off… I’m leaning more towards narcissistic tendencies, but only a bit more time will tell.”
    “And yet you’d put me in the ring wit’ ’er anyway. You want me to hurt her, don’t you? You want me to end up in prison for the rest of my days, regardless of my upcoming appeal and all the other bullshit I’m dealin’ with.”
    Testing, testing, testing… 1,2,3
    “No, that’s not my mission, Aaron, and you know it.” The doctor slowly removed his glasses and set them beside a black, shiny mug. The ceramic mug was plain and so glossy, Aaron could see his reflection clearly in the thing. He looked at himself, his white image against the blackness, the darkness, the blank canvas of night. He stared at it for a long while until he was interrupted.
    “My mission, Aaron, is to help you, not harm you. Not everyone is out to get you. Your trust has been violated repeatedly as of late, and now you are leery of anyone and everyone who crosses your path.”
    “That’s