Chapter 147 - Defeated

Ford. 

"How are you feeling today Brad?'' Dr. Mathew asks with that fucking notepad still in his grip. I rest my back on the couch. Today is even worse than the last session.

I don't have anything to say to him today. The last session made me feel like I was crazy. I know I am not crazy. I don't know how dad knew but I didn't tell him anything. I didn't accuse him of anything.

"You know you don't have to say anything. We can just sit here and not say anything. Whatever you want is fine with me.''

As usual, he is being manipulating. Trying to patronize me so that I will respond to him but I have already made up my mind. Uncle Max said he was going to get me out. I don't need their treatment again. I don't need anything from my father, I don't need anything from my therapist. The only person I need now is Lance. Once I get out, I will find him. He is the only one that matters. I am done living my life for my father.

I am done being in his reigns.

The control he has over me is going to be cut.

"I take it this place is doing the same thing it does to you.'' This time I look at him, I want to know what he wants to say.

What is this place doing to me?

Even though my attention is now on him, I don't say a word. I wait for him to continue his solo conversation.

"I get it brad. Completely know how you feel."

Oh, he has no clue as to how I feel. In a million years, he can never know how I feel. This is probably what he would say to all his patients. He will try to make them think he understands us. He is here to help me.

This is his job.

He wants to cure the mentally disabled kid.

"You feel like this is a prison. You are being held here against your will.''

At least he got that right. I AM being held here against my will. This is basically kidnapping if I must say. "but this is not a permanent situation. You will be out of here soon enough…"

I wait for those words. you know. The words that they always say "As long as you cooperate in letting us help you get better.''

There we go.

Those are the words I am talking about. If you don't cooperate. You might never leave. He doesn't say it but I know he is thinking about it. That is how this works. If you feel you don't need saving and you show it to them, they will keep you here forever. So you either just pretend you're getting better or you stay in this hell hole forever.

That is what I did the last time.

I pretended.

Now I don't have to. Uncle Max is going to get me out of here. I am so sure about it. He is the only one I trust in my family. He promised and I believe he will get me out of this.

We sit in the silence for about fifteen minutes and I see him give up. I see the frustration in his eyes as he drops the notepad and manages a faint smile "It was nice sitting here with you Brad,'' he says finally.

I want to laugh at him and his desperation to get into my head but I also don't want to taunt him. Like I said, at the end of the day. This is his job. This is what he is paid to do.

I can't fault him for doing his job.

"See you again tomorrow."

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"Hey kiddo,'' Manuel, one of the male nurses walks into my room. There is a mischievous look on his face. The kind that is suspicious. He is dressed in the blue nurse's attire and crocks. His hair is curly on his head.

"I am about to do something so fucked up. Promise me I will not regret this,'' he glares at me with the guilty look on his face. He is talking to me so casually; I don't even really know him. The highest he has done for me is to bring me my lunch.

"Is something wrong?'' I ask him.

He shakes his head and then looks around the room. I don't know what he is looking for "I want to show you something in the bathroom,'' he nudges his head in the direction of my bathroom. His eyes stop at the cameras on the roof. The one that makes me know that I am really being watched.

The bathroom is the only place that doesn't have cameras.

He walks into the bathroom and I sit up on the bed. The confusion is evident on my face. I don't know what the fuck is going on. I mean, this could be some sort of test. Maybe to prove that I am crazy. That is why I am here.

Everyone wants to help the crazy kid.

Even with all my thoughts, I walk into the bathroom. The bathroom is small, so we are face to face. He reaches inside his pocket and brings out a phone. I don't know what is happening. I don't know why he is helping but I want to know.

"You can't tell anyone about this. This has to be between us… or I could lose my job.'' He glares at me.

I nod my head immediately because I don't even plan on telling anyone. I am not even talking to my doctor anymore. He dials a number and passes the phone to me. when I hear his voice, all the worry in my mind dissipates.

I don't know how he did this but I am eternally grateful.

"Lance,'' I breathe out his name, all the nerves that have been eating at my chest all day flush out.

"Hey Boxer thief,'' he calls me by the name he gave me. I can't help but look at my tattoo. The one he chose for me.

"Are you okay?'' I can't help but ask.

"Yes…are you?''

"Yes, just so tired of all this. No one is doing anything.''

I nod "My Uncle is working on it.'' I assure him because that is the only hope I have left. If this fails. I will have nothing else.

"If he doesn't do anything?''

I shake my head because I am not going to think negatively. There is still hope. I don't want to bring negative energy into the universe. I don't want to ruin this by thinking ill thoughts. I wish he would do the same.

"No what ifs. Just believe that this will work. He assured me. he made a promise. I have to believe him."

"Manuel is Eren's cousin. We are going to break you out of there if this fails.'' He announces proudly.

I know this is something that he can do. I don't put it past him but I also want to believe that this won't come to this. I look up at Manuel and he is watching me closely. Like I will somehow, run out of here with his phone. Even the person that is supposed to be helping doesn't trust me.

"It won't come to that,'' I assure him.

"I promise I will get you out of there,'' he chooses to ignore my promise. He is focused on saving me and I don't fault him. I want to be saved by him. If it comes to that, I will follow him blindly.

We end the call and Manuel leaves like he never even came to my room. The evidence of the phone call left with me alone.

The door opens again. This is the second visit in less than thirty minutes. This time, it is another nurse. She smiles "You have a visitor.'' She informs me.

All my hope goes to my Granduncle.

He is supposed to get me out of here.

"Who?'' I ask her.

She looks away from me and I follow her out of the room. We head to the direction of the visiting room. The same one that I have been in. once the door is open, I see him. Uncle max. in a rush, I enter the room wanting to know if he is here to get me out.

"Hey kiddo,'' he stands up from the chair.

I don't know what it is but the expression on his face is not forthcoming. Something is wrong. He is not here to get me out. I stop before I can even get close to him. My heart is racing. This is the only person I have on my side. If he is not on my side anymore.

I am fucking screwed.

"What did he tell you,'' I exclaim already feeling terrified.

He sighs loudly, grabbing onto his jacket "Why don't you sit down and we can talk about it.'' He tells me. all I have been doing is sitting and listening to people.

I am tired of sitting.

"He got to you,'' I mutter.

That is the only reason why he has this defeated expression on his face.

I am screwed.