I’ve put this online just to show what I’m working on… still needs work and characters still need developing and story expanding, as you kind of already get the gist within the first few paragraphs. Needs to be fleshed out. Anywhoooo…
This story will explore the relationship between James & Clarissa.
Clarissa is the protagonist, while James is the antagonist. It will also explore how both characters react to the outside influence on their relationship.
Dr Kennedy will be instrumental…. still trying to figure out how.
In the long run, I’m hoping to show the shift in character behaviour when faced with situations. As I work on the characters, my aim by the end, is to make the reader think about who they would root for and why.
Let me know what you think about this draft so far. I do know it needs stretching out alot more.
Anyway, I’m picking at it because I’m nervous haha.
Any and all feedback is appreciated!!
Peace & Love ✌❤
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Location: Chelsea, South West London
Date: Friday May 15th 2016
Dr Kennedy ushered the good looking couple to the sofa. It was obvious that both of them were out of their comfort zone, out of place. He looked a lot more aware of his surroundings. The custom three-piece suit belonged on him. Although ill at ease he exuded a quiet confidence.
She looked petrified. Dr Kennedy wondered silently, how it was possible to look so beautiful scared. She wore a beige turtle neck, long sleeved sweater, that clung to her. Her eyes, the palest blue, darted all around the room, taking everything in.
‘So, talk me through why you’re here today.’ Dr Kennedy said. He took a seat behind his desk and waited. He spoke in a measured tone, ‘Well, I’m not entirely sure to be honest. I just want to know why she’s being so distant.’
‘I keep telling him, that I’m fine. Everything’s okay.’ Her meekness shone through her tone. She sat knees together, with her hands folded on her lap.
‘I think it’s because I’m working a nine to five job, I’m always on call. It puts a strain on our relationship.’ the man looked at the doctor with sadness in his eyes. Dr Kennedy also saw something else, he couldn’t quiet place. Having heard enough, he turned to face the woman.
‘What’s your response to his comments?’
‘I don’t know. I didn’t know he felt that way.’
Dr Kennedy scribbled something on the notepad in front of him.
‘Relax. You’re in a safe space. You seem a little on edge. What’s on your mind?’
She looked down at her folded hands as if they hid answers. ‘I-I thought things were good. I love him. I just…sometimes I feel like I’m not enough.’
‘Why would you say that! You are enough for me. I love you sweetheart. You know that.’ He took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.
Dr Kennedy looked up from his notes, ‘I think the main problem here is lack of communication. You both need to express how you feel to each other. Once you start communicating everything else will flow naturally.’
He hoped they were listening. His instincts told him something wasn’t right here. Something seemed off. He always trusted his instincts. He just hoped that they weren’t right this time.
‘I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got time for today. I have another client in five minutes. Thank you for coming in to see me. I hope this session was helpful.’
The couple got up from the sofa, realizing they were being dismissed.
‘It was. Thank you.’ The man said, stepping forward to shake his hand. The woman did not say a word.
‘I will see you again soon. Also, feel free to contact me if you would like to see me privately.’ He faced the woman.
‘That won’t be necessary but thanks again Doc.’ the man responded.
Once they had left, the doctor messaged through his secretary.
‘Natasha, do me a favour, get me the contact details of the clients that have just left. Thank you.’
1) Wear the long sleeved, green jumper he bought me.
2) Remmber to put my hair in aponytail. He likes it pulled back.
3) Take down the pictures on my bedroom wall. He can’t see I’ve put them back up again
4) Cook dinner.
5) Wear make up to cover the bruises.
6) Take my meds
7) Remember that it will all be over soon.
I really hope today will be a good day. After our session, I’m praying things can go back to normal.
‘Hey babe. H-How was your day.’
‘Do not get me started! It was a fucking mess! A mess! HR forgot to inform me that they were sending me a fucking 5-year-old as my new assistant. I had to repeat everything. Twice.’
‘What are you sorry for?
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know? Then don’t say you’re sorry then.’
‘Oh for God’s sake Riss, stop it.’
‘Ok.’ Why do I always put my foot in it?
‘I had a patient today. She was –’
‘Don’t interrupt me’
‘I’m- go on.‘
‘She was so timid. So innocent. Almost pure looking.’
I don’t know why he tells me these things. It’s like he wants to to respond in the wrong way.
‘Oh… Ok. Th-that’s good. Look Jay, I’m wearing the jumper you bought me. How do I look?’
‘Yeah yeah, you look nice.
‘Can you get out the way I can’t see the TV. Oh, and what’s for dinner. I’m starving!’
‘I made your favourite, steak and chips.’
‘Good girl. I need a beer. Ice cold. Go and get me one.’
‘Okay.’ I rush to the kitchen and grab the first beer for the neatly stacked group and take it over to him.
‘What the fuck is this?
‘W-what’s wrong babe.
‘I said ice cold!’
‘I-I-It is cold. It’s from the back of the fr-fridge.’
‘What you stuttering for. Speak properly.’
This wasn’t going to end well I could see it. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Stupid girl… You can’t do anything right.’
‘I’ll get another one. Please don’t be angry, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.’
‘I know you won’t. Because I’m going to teach you a lesson you a lesson you’ll never forget!’
‘Please. Don’t… Not again… I’m sorry.’
I slowly uncurled myself from the fetal position I always found myself in. No matter how hard I tried, the outcome is always the same. My elbows throbbed from the violent contact with the kitchen floor, but I scarcely registered the pain. My mind’s pep talk failed, just like I knew I would. Just like it did every time he took a menacing step towards me.
That feeling of hopelessness and despair descends and I struggle to find my way through it. It’s as if I’m having an out of body experience, watching everything from somewhere else. I’ve myself become this person I swore I would never be. I don’t even recognise myself anymore. How can someone you love, hurt you so much? This can’t go on anymore. I need help.
I need to get out.
The shrill of a phone snapped my out of my thoughts. Shit. I hope that isn’t James. He hates it when I don’t pick up his calls in three rings. Even after leaving me on a heap on the floor. I run towards the phone ignoring the protests from my aching body.
Location: South West London
‘Hello… James… I’m so sorry I wo-‘
‘Clarissa, no, this is Dr Kennedy calling. Are you alright?’ Her tone unsettled him.
There was a pause.
‘Hello? Clarissa? Are you there?’
‘I thought you were somebody else. So sorry.’
‘You sound shaken. Is everything okay?’ Dr Kennedy’s assistant walked in with his coffee. He mentioned for her to set it down and she left. He could hear the scrape of a chair being pushed back from the other end of the phone.
‘Yes. Everything is fine.’ He thought she sounded too bright. ‘How did you get this
‘I asked my assistant to find it. We keep records of all our clients.’
‘I see. Is anything wrong?’ she replied.
He got up and paced his office.
‘No nothing is wrong. I wanted to book you in for another appointment.’
‘Okay. When? I’ll let James know-‘
‘No, I wanted to book you in to see me alone. I feel as if you had a lot more you wanted to say.’
‘Did I? I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I’m fine.’
‘Maybe so… just humour me. Don’t worry whatever you share with me will be taken in confidence.’ he said.
‘Erm… I’m not sure.’ Clarissa dreaded to think what James would do if he found out.
But he wouldn’t. Would he? This was the way out she had been looking for.
The doctor took her silence as an agreement.
‘I booked you in for this Friday at 10am.’
Clarissa sighed. She knew what she had to do.
‘I will see you then Doctor.’
Location: The Chelsea Potter
1) Fire my assistant. She might have a nice face and a decent pair of boobs. But she’s as slow as they come. Can’t be having that.
2) Get a bandage for my hand. Don’t want people asking questions.
3) Get Clara some flowers, she’d like that.
4) Give Debbie a call. Of course she’ll be available. She’s always ready for me.
5) Set up another session with the Doc.
6) Quit smoking for the third time.
Third time’s a charm.
Breath. Control yourself. Arghh, fucking bitch, does it on purpose. I get riled up, lash out and then I look like the bad guy. She knows how to push my buttons. All I wanted was a nice cold drink and some time to relax before going back to my reality, but no, she couldn’t even do that right!
Today had been a good day. I remembered what my father used to tell me. ‘You need to know how to play the game, and then manipulating the players will come easy’. That stuck. At work, speaking to clients, listening to them drone on about how shit their lives were, I realised something. I actually couldn’t care less. I’ve been doing this so long, I know what needs done, when to grunt in agreement, when to give advice and even when to sit back and watch as things unfold. As long as money goes in my pocket and I continue to be viewed as the “well respected” therapist, everything is good. I must remember to give Dr Kennedy a call. Book us in for another session.
That’s what silly little Clarissa still didn’t understand. I’m the one in control. Of everything. Including her.
Disclaimer: The format is not right because of the way it’s been posted.