Chapter 30
~NOW~
All of the painful memories come flooding back.
My eyes snap open. I gape at Dr. Watson. My lips turn down into a scowl. Everything hits me all at once. Damien, Daddy, Mommy, and him, Dr. Watson. He’s known about my past the whole time. He had to have. Of course. The bastard has my file.
Why would he do this? How could he do this? Why would he want me to remember something so devastating and horrifying? Who calls this sadistic torture a treatment method?
I stand slowly, knees trembling, my heart in flames, and my fists clenched at my sides.
“Adelaide?” Dr. Watson’s eyes are on me. He looks confused. “Can you tell me what you remember?”
“No!” I hiss, moving closer.
Dr. Watson stands and towers over me. But I’m not afraid of him. I think that the rage boiling in my bloodstream is making me fearless. “How could you?” I seethe. “How could you do this to me? It’s sick!” I scream, tears flooding my eyes. “It’s evil and sick!”
Dr. Watson raises his hands. “Calm down, Addy.” He’s trying to reason with me. Calm me down. But it’s not going to work this time. Not now. Not anymore.
“I hate you! I hate you!” I’m surprised by how high and shrill my voice is. “You’re an evil, evil man!”
“Adelaide!” Dr. Watson yells. “You don’t understand!”
“Don’t understand, what?” I probe him with a snarky tone. “Tell me, Dr. Watson. What is it that I don’t understand?” I’ve never seen Dr. Watson look so lost or confused. Maybe I should show my out of control side more often if I want to get some answers out of him.
“It’s complicated.”
His vagueness is what makes me lose the last bolt that has been keeping my mind together. With trembling fingers, balled up fists, strained breaths, and a clenched jaw, I scream. I shake my head. Go wild. Go crazy. I’m like a savage, barreling into, Dr. Watson and knocking him back on his desk. He stares up at me, wide-eyed, arms up in the air, trying to restrain me as I reach for his neck. The overwhelming urge to crush his windpipe is the only thing I can think about.
Dr. Watson grunts while I continue shrieking like a banshee, clawing at his face as he grips onto my wrists. “How could you? How could you do this, Dr. Watson?” Tears flood my eyes, blinding me and I have to blink several times for my vision to become more clear. “I thought you wanted to help me!”
“I do, Addy,” he pleads and there’s a desperate look in his honey eyes. “That’s all I’ve wanted.” And I think I hear him add, “You’re all I’ve wanted.”
I’m still irrational, and angry, and now not only has Dr. Watson, broken my heart, my mind, and my soul, but he’s broken my trust too. Now, I’m not only in agonizing pain, but the betrayed feeling that’s surging through me is beginning to fuck with my emotions.
He starts to gain the upper hand in our struggle as Dr. Morrow and Marjorie dash through the door. “Son of a bitch, Elijah!” Dr. Morrow shakes his head, wraps an arm around my waist, and tugs. “Alright! Alright!” Dr. Morrow glances over his shoulder at, Marjorie. “Go grab a sedative. We’re doing things my way, now.” Marjorie nods and is out the door in a flash.
Marjorie returns and doesn’t waste any time. She stabs me in the thigh with the needle, hard. I try to fight off the effects of the drugs like I have so many times before. Dr. Watson and Dr. Morrow are arguing, but their words are blurry and I can’t understand what they’re saying. The bright lights of the office are starting to dim. My flailing limbs are no longer flailing, now somewhere in between flopping and flicking like a fish out of water on a wooden dock.
I’m starting to lose my fight with the drugs. They’re overpowering me. Clouding everything. The room spins. Faces fade in and out of focus. The sweet, sweet sedative is seeping into my bloodstream.
There’s a voice in my head screaming, fight it, fight it, fight it !
Don’t let them poison you!
Don’t let them make you forget!
But it’s not my voice that I hear screaming in my head.
It’s Damien’s. He’s reaching out to me. From where I don’t know.
And just before I close my eyes, I think I see him.
Then everything goes black.
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When I open my eyes, there’s a squeaking noise tickling my ear drums. Dim flickering lights hang above my head and pass by quickly. The walls surrounding me are made of cement. And there’s a damp, musky scent permeating the air.