Anger Issues

I glare at my friend Jessica.

"Are you serious?" I yell. "You. Are. My. Friend! Why would you tell your friend's business?"

"Wait!" She shrieks. "I was just trying to help! You have a month's dry spell!"

"So you tell all of your other friends? Like I don't have feelings?" I bark. She stands up from the other side of my kitchen table as I lean at her from the other side.

I've gotten mad before, and I've cracked.

I ended up being kicked from a club with a woman bleeding and me hurling insults.

I stand as I continue to bark at her.

"What kind of friend are you? You're terrible, you know that?"

"I was trying to help!" Jessica says.

"How? By telling other people my business in order to have perverts knocking on my door? You know, they were right! People with blonde hair and blue eyes are incredibly stupid!"

"What? That's not true! You think just because you have brown hair and blue "Husky" eyes, that you're some smartass!"

"I'm damn sure smarter than you! You can leave now!"

"I'm your friend!" Jessica says.

"No, you're not. My friend wouldn't tell my business to the world and look at me like they're the victim." I stomp over and open my front door for her.

"You can leave now." I'm pretty sure the words sent a chill down her spine as she watched me hold the door open. She looks as if she didn't want to even come near me, because I might explode on her.

She shimmied her way past me and as soon as her two feet hit my porch, I slammed the door closed.

I could almost hear her shivers.

I stomped over into my kitchen and put my kettle on the stove.

Right now, hot tea and pound cake is the only thing that will settle me.

I need therapy.

I can't believe Jessica.

I told her that I haven't had sex in a month, confidentially, and then she tells me that her friends have a few guys lined up for me.

That she told her friends about my dry spell.

Then she looks at me like she's the victim! Like she's the one who is hurt?

I'm sure she is, and I don't care.

The kettle whistles with pressure as it lets out higher pitches.

Just like my anger.

I take the kettle from the stove and make my tea.

I snuggle into my couch with my tea and cake.

My brown, soft sofa never lets me down.

Should I go to therapy?

No! I don't need therapy. I feel like Jessica got what she deserved. She told my business, so I cut her off. Now she has no more of my business to tell.

Problem solved.

My anger is getting out of hand, though. I'm not letting my anger out properly, and soon, that will backfire.

My doorbell rings.

I swear, if this is Jessica and her snotty friends, I'm going to kick their asses.

I get up and walk over to the doorbell as it rings again.

"I'm coming." I say.

I open the door.

What. The absolute. Hell.

There's a middle aged man with a white t-shirt and boxers on.

"Hello, lady." He says.

"Who are you? How do you know where I live?"

"Well, your friend told me."

"Tell her," I said. "If she gives another stranger my address, I'm going to kill her."

"Stranger?" The man looks at me with seduction in his eyes.

You can't woo me, strange pervert.

"I ain't no stranger, baby. I'm yo' next baby daddy."

I scowl at him.

"Oh please, old man. You aren't even my type!" I slap him across the face as hard as I can.

"You obviously don't have enough **** to be my "baby daddy"!"

I slam my door and lock it.

I peek out the window and look at him as he calls it quits and leaves.

Jessica!

I will kill you if another man knocks on my fucking door!

I sit back down on the sofa.

That son of a bitch Jessica and pervy man.

They're both gonna get it.

I need therapy.

I schedule for therapy tomorrow.

It's already late afternoon, so when should I meet this therapist?

Tomorrow morning?

At Ten?

Nah, I can't. Not yet. Like I said, I don't need therapy.

I check my phone's time.

That man came to my house at seven at night? Real pervy.

I climb into the shower at seven-thirty.

All of the events of the day wash over me like the water and steam in the shower.

I sigh.

I go to bed at nine, because, you know.

I don't have a lover. I haven't had one since I graduated high school two years ago.

I've just been raising my body count, but now....I'm....

Single.

Alone.

In my house, following my dreams of being a dancer.

Without love.

Or a companion.

Or sex.

Just me.

I open my eyes in the middle of the night.

It's my insomnia again.

I can't do anything except lucid dream, or find something to occupy myself with.

I try to lucid dream, silently whispering what I want to dream about to myself.

I slip to my subconscious and wake up in a meadow of endless roses.

They spread as far as the eye can see.

I sit up in the tiny spot I have that's not covered in roses.

I look around.

No one's here, except for her.

Jessica.

"Jessica!" I yell, and she looks at me.

Her blonde hair blows in the wind.

I run at her with pure anger and hatred.

I run at her with the intention to kill.

A dagger appears in my hand.

It has a golden rose design on it.

I begin to run faster. Just a few more feet.

I grabbed her by her throat in a second, jabbing the dagger into her back as I embrace her.

Everything fades from her, and blows away in the wind, like dust.

Now I stare at her ***** body as blood dribbles down and blows away.

How is this possible?

I open my eyes and sit up in bed.

I need therapy.

❤ANNOUNCEMENT

I won't upload chapters as often as I did in my other story, I haven't finished writing this story.

I usually write them elsewhere and then upload here, and edit them.

I'll try to post every week, or as often as I can! Thank you for all of your support, guys! It means a lot, and gives me confidence!❤

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Therapy

I sit up in bed at eight in the morning.

I yawn, dragging myself from under the covers. I shiver as I dig out clothes from my dresser drawer, settling on some black Jeans and a dark blue long- sleeved shirt.

I take a quick shower and braid my long brown hair down my back.

I head into my kitchen and make my beloved tea.

I soon sit down at my kitchen table with bacon, eggs, and a tiny fruit salad.

I sip my tea.

I have therapy in two hours, then I have to get to work at eleven, then I have to get to my other job at eight tonight.

I'm a choreographer, yes, but what do I do while I don't have a job open for me?

I dance, but I'm an exotic dancer.

Yes, big shocker.

I'm doing what I love, and that's dancing.

That's all that matters.

A choreographer by day, and a stripper by night.

I hope I don't see Jessica.

I finish my food angrily just thinking about her.

I hate her.

I lock my door behind me at nine forty-five and unlock my car door.

I sit in the driver seat in silence as I scroll through my list of songs.

I hate mornings.

I made sure to drive with my music blasting. I won't be late for therapy.

I don't like to be late.

I pull up to the therapist's office.

The neighborhood looked...decent.

Children ran around and played with each other while the mothers gossiped and talked.

Folks getting along just fine.

I opened my car door and stood up.

I looked around as the children ran and the women gossiped and the men drank and talked.

I spotted one particular man, one young man who stared back at me.

We locked eyes. His sinister, maniacal eyes to my innocent, confident eyes.

His friends began to look at me too.

Oh, goodness. What if they approach me?

I tear my gaze from the man and walk into the office.

I look around. I'm the only one here.

Maybe this place isn't open? It was the only one nearby. Maybe I should leave?

"Hello." A woman says to me as I look around the office.

"Oh, hello." I say.

"You must not be from around here."

"No, actually."

"Well, It's not a bad thing. People come from all around to see me."

"To see you? You're the therapist?"

"Yes. My name is April."

"My name is June."

April chuckles. I look at April.

She's short. With dark skin and blonde hair pinned into a bun. She has brown eyes.

"What?" April asks.

"You look wise." I tell her.

"Well, thank you." She says.

"Do you know who this guy is? I locked eyes with him earlier."

"Tell me about him." April says. She opens the door to her office.

"Come in. Sit right here."

I sit down and sink into a dirty white lounger chair.

"Well," I begin. "He had really black hair and dark green eyes. He looked very....mischievous."

"Do you like him?" April asks.

"Well, I wouldn't say that. I would say he looks very attractive."

"Hmph." April grunts. "You just described my son to me."

My eyes widen. "Really? Oh, April. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine." April stops me. "I'm not offended. As a matter of fact, you have that quite right, his description."

There's a comfortable silence.

"Tell me," April says. "Why are you really here?"

April's face is serious.

"Well, um, I have anger problems."

"Anger issues?"

"Yes."

"I never would've guessed."

"Yeah....It's not obvious, right?"

April chuckles again.

"What's his name?" I ask.

"My son's?"

"Yes."

"Alix."

"With an "I"?"

"Yes. Alix with. an I."

April and I talked for what seemed like forever, and eventually my eyes opened.

In my bed.

At home.

In the morning.

I don't remember coming home, or going to sleep.

I sit up with an intense headache.

I shake my head with my hands and get out of bed, starting my morning routine.

Taking a shower.

Making my tea.

Today, there's nothing to do.

I sit on my sofa in my French decorated living room watching a horror movie.

My doorbell rings.

Not now. My goodness, not now.

I slosh over to my door and open it

There's a tall man holding a book.

"Hello." He says.

I glare at him, and before I open my mouth.

His book falls.

So my yelling was replaced by an "Oh".

He doesn't move to pick it up. Instead, he looks at me, watching. Unmoving.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I need you to come with me."

I chuckle.

"In Hell, sure."

He glares back down at me as we shoot daggers at each other.

"Come with me, please." He says, more than asks. A forced smile forms on his lips.

"No." I say.

He snatches me by the wrist and drags me to his car waiting nearby.

"Hey! Let me go!"

"Quiet!" The man grits at me as he opens the door and shoves me in.

I scowl, undefeated as I quickly look to my side to see a man.

The same man with the green eyes.

He jabs a syringe into my neck.

I slump over into his lap.

I wake up in a pattened room with no windows.

All I see is the door and a bed.

The bed I sit up in.

There's another intense headache.

I roll my eyes as a man walks in.

The guy! The one with the black hair and the eyes! Alix!

I throw the covers off of me as he closes the door.

I stand up to see myself.

I still have my clothes on. Good.

I look up at Alix to see him staring back at me.

"Hello." He says.

I shiver.

"Are you cold?" He asks.

I shiver again.

What's wrong with me? His voice makes me feel weird. It makes me tingle in places that it shouldn't.

His voice is deep, menacing, and hoarse, as if he just woke up.

He smiles. "You like my voice."

He's pretty smart, too.

"Does it make you tingle?" He asks.

"What?"

"You heard me."

I glare at Alix.

"N- no."

"I don't believe you."

I hold in my shivers and mutter. "It's cold."

"Hmph." Alix grunted.

He still didn't believe me.

We share a deep uncomfortable glare with each other before I yell at him.

"Why did you bring me here? Why me? Is it because we locked eyes?"

"No." Alix says. "I want you here."

"What? Why?" I shriek.

"You must not get it, June. I want you here."

"I get it, Alix. I don't want to be here."

"How do you know my name?" He asks.

"How do you know my name?" I ask back.

He grimaces and steps closer to me before shoving me back down onto the bed.

I try to sit up, but he pins me down by the arms and looks me dead in the eyes.

"You're fiesty," He says. "But I have a temper too."

I grimace and glare back at him, gritting my teeth.

"You must not know who I am, but I own you now." Alix says.

"No you don't! You'll never own any part of me!" I yell.

"That's where you're completely wrong!" He shakes me as he says this, scaring me.

"Stop!" I yell.

"I own you, goddammit!" He grits down at me before planting a kiss on me.

He cups my cheek with his right hand as his other hand holds the back of my head, like a posession.

I push him away.

"You're crazy!" I yell.

"I know." He says. He licks his lips as he begins to chuckle.

"Who told you my name?" He asks.

"Who told you mine? I ask back again.

"I have my resources."

"So do I."

He grins.

Traitor and Partner

Alix watches me as I sit up in the bed, watching him.

He looks at me with the intent to kill at any moment's notice.

"You've got guts." He says, his voice low.

"No, I don't. I just stand up for myself a damn good bit."

Alix chuckles.

"My partner told me your name. He says he knows you." Alix raises a brow. "Does he?"

"That depends. Who's your partner?" I ask.

"I'm the one asking the questions here." Alix says. "You'll see my partner soon, so then you can decide whether you know him or not."

I frown.

"Now, who told you my name?" Alix asks again.

"Your mother." I mutter.

Alix chuckles. "That woman."

"She's a nice woman." I say.

"Yeah, to people who don't know her, she's the best."

"So who is she, really?"

"You're smart."

"I know, thanks."

Alix pauses.

"She's a hooker."

"An old hooker? Who plays therapist with people to lure them into this...what?" My anger hitches in my tone.

"Your old lady lures people into this room?"

"You're almost correct." Alix says. "She isn't my mother, but she does hypnotize people."

"Does that mean she hypnotized me?"

Alix chuckles. "Call it what you want, but either way, you're here. You will be for the rest of your life."

I run at Alix, and raise my fist.

"No, I won't!" I yell, but Alix catches my wrist and throws it to side as he embraces me.

His hands send shock waves through me as they slip around my hips.

He whispers into my ear.

"What do you think this is?"

He hugs me tighter, and I feel something I shouldn't down below. I try to shake free, but he's squeezing me too tightly.

"You think you can do whatever the hell you want?" He asks angrily. "You think you're the boss?" He spat the words into my ear and they felt like acid. They pierced my very heart and burned it.

I was frightened.

For the first time in a long time, I was absolutely terrified.

I began to shake in Alix's arms as his gritty words fell into my ear.

"What the hell do you think this is?" He yells, and I almost jump out of his arms.

A tiny yelp falls from my lips.

Alix chuckles as he tosses me back onto the bed.

"Where do you work?" He asks.

"I- I'm not telling you." I stutter.

Alix shrugs. "That's fine. I'll know soon. For now, you can just relax. Take it easy."

He plops a sinister kiss on my head and walks out the door.

I run after him, but make it just after the door closes.

I slip down to the floor and begin a sad sobbing.

Why was I here?

When can I leave?

Why do I cry now?

So many questions left unanswered.

I slosh back over to my bed and cradle myself. I draw my knees up to my chin and let my tears fall.

The door opens, and I see.

I see my old high school friend, Hiroki.

He's Japanese.

We were close friends in high school since four years ago.

He recognized me?

Anger took charge of me, and I threw him against the wall as soon as the door closed.

Tears burned my cheeks as I yell at him.

"You bastard!" I yell.

Hiroki puts his hands in the air, backing down.

"What did you do?" I ask, letting go of him.

"Nothing!" His says, frightened. His shrill voice brightens the room.

I hate it.

Liar!" I say.

"Fine! Alright!" He says. He gives a great sigh, letting himself sink down onto the bed before him.

"The boss wanted to know about you." Hiroki explains. "Since you two locked eyes."

"So, he kidnapped me. That gets him nowhere."

I begin to pace back and forth across the tiny room.

"I told him that," Hiroki continues. "But that didn't stop him. He said he saw something in you."

"Yeah, like what? My nonexistant care for this situation?"

Hiroki chuckles. "I thought you'd say that."

"Get me out of here!" I yell.

"I can't do that."

"Well, you better find someone who can!"

Hiroki begins to laugh, his shrill voice bringing light to the tension in the room.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"What you just said." He laughs. "It makes me laugh."

His little delightful laugh makes me angrier.

"I. Want. Out" I spit at him, and he stops laughing.

"I can't get you out." He says.

"Why am I here in the first place? I have no qualities!"

"Yes you do." Hiroki says. "You can sing, you can cook good food, you're beautiful."

There was a long silence after that.

"Thank you." I finally say.

"Right." Hiroki mumbles. "Besides, You were chosen specifically by him to be his wife."

Hiroki looks at me as he says this, and watches a grim and angry expression flare up across my face.

I growl in frustration.

"I won't be his wife! Not to someone who thinks he "owns me"!"

I glare at Hiroki so hard it hurts, and he sees the frustration in my eyes.

"Calm down." He says. "It's okay."

"No!" I yell at him, leaning in his direction. "It's not okay!"

Hiroki was silent.

"First, my friend Jessica is shoving horny old perverts to my doorstep, and she knows I have anger issues. Now, when I try to schedule for therapy, I get abducted by some illiterate, incoherent-"

"I don't think you should be calling him names." Hiroki said, but I didn't listen.

"Underachieving, black- haired, sexy, idiotic, remedial, psycho, maniacal-" The door opens behind me and I take a step forward to see who opened it.

Alix looks at me with rage.

"Underachieving?" He asks. "Remedial? Sexy?"

"Told you." Hiroki mumbles while he silently leaves.

Alix slams the door.

"So finish your sentence." Alix says.

"You bastard!" I yell. "You've got some nerve! You're almost as good of a man as none of them! You suck! You-"

My sentence broke with an "oof" as my back smacks the wall.

something cold presses against my throat.

How'd he know to put them there?

The intensity and rage grew in his eyes as his fangs pressed against my throat.

I gasped.