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Shannon put pen to paper and did as she always did; wrote the date, the time, the patient's name and a little note to herself, a sign she liked to call a cipher. In her mind, it would help her unlock the code and puzzle that was her current subject. [color=7484B4]”Cameron, it’s been a while”[/color]

[color=63773B]“Mrs Ramsey”[/color] The monster, Cameron Hyde sat arms folded, closed off from the world of course. His cold, blank eyes staring directly at the good doctor, they had not left her from the moment he walked through the door.

[color=7484B4]”“If I’m not mistaken, last time we had a conversation would’ve been what, your junior year at Eden? You came over to our house since Reagan was tutoring you”[/color] One of the small perks or detriments depending on how one looked at things of being a small town psychologist was that she knew all of her patients, some quite intimately. If this was the case, Shannon would always send them to colleague in Pinehurst or Boston to avoid a conflict of interest. This one was a peculiar case however as this boy, the one sat before her now, was a classmate of her eldest daughter, at least until he was expelled.

[color=63773B]“Yup”[/color]

[color=7484B4]”And then you stole one my husbands karate trophies”[/color] Bluntly as ever she remarked as she made notes on his posture. 

[color=63773B]“I did and I’m sorry about that”[/color] Hyde unfolded his arms and began to tap the tips of his fingers in a rhythm with his thumb of the same hand.

Her dark eyes narrowed at the sight before continuing to scribble down her observations. [color=7484B4]”“Past is past, we don’t dwell. Thank you for actually coming to the appointment, Cameron. Half the time recent parolee’s don’t actually bother to attend these court mandated things. I appreciate you doing so”[/color]

[color=63773B]“I’m just looking to get my shit together, Mrs Ramsey. I want to get on with my life and forget about what happened before”[/color] He hadn’t been back long but already Hyde had found that his previous reputation had preceded him. Everywhere he went, the eyes were constantly on him, just looking, waiting for him to snap. It was like nothing had changed in the years he was away. He was still the boogeyman under the bed.

[color=7484B4]”Well, like I said, we don’t dwell but we must think about the past and learn from it so as to not being doomed to repeat it. With that in mind, let’s get started. I’ve had a look into your files and I think the most logical place for us to jump from is your mother. Have you spoken to her since you got out?”[/color]

[color=63773B]“No. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since I threw her down the stairs the day I was arrested”[/color] Hyde’s tone was very matter of fact and to the point. There was very little of any emotion in his words. One could easily imagine how unsettling it must be to have thrown your own mother down a flight of stairs but this was not reflected in Hyde’s demeanour in the slightest.

Shannon had read his file thoroughly but even she was taken back by just how nonchalant this boy was. [color=7484B4]”You know she’d forgive you right? I grew up with her and she’s changed so much, found god. You’re her only child and you’ve made mistakes but I’m sure she’d let you back into her life”[/color] It was a true story. Shannon had grown up in Eden with many of her patients parents, it was sort of a running joke that many of her classmates all had kids around the same time. 

She had not been terribly close to April McMahon. April was a cheerleader and Shannon was a nerd but what she did know of her was that she was kind and in hindsight, had some severe behavioural issues. In spite of her kind nature, April was easily led and swayed and caused a lot of problems due to what could be referred to as erraticness. It was like they she turned out the way she did.

[color=63773B]“I’m not looking for forgiveness, I don’t want it” “I…fuck I just want to move forward”[/color]

[color=7484B4]”What about Aleyda? Have you tried to contact her?”[/color] This will be a touchiest subject for sure as she was the main reason that Cameron had been locked up in the first place.

[color=63773B]“I’m not allowed. It’s part of my sentence, I’m not allowed to be anywhere near her or her family”[/color]

[color=7484B4]”Before your trial, you were evaluated by another doctor and they diagnosed you with Intermittent Explosive Disorder or IED; which I guess quite appropriately means you’re a bit of a ticking time bomb. When you were told about this, how did it make you feel? Did it explain a lot to you about yourself?”[/color]

[color=63773B]“Not really”[/color] Throughout the entire conversation, he had continued to tap his fingers and not blink [color=63773B]“When I was little and Mom went on one of her bipolar god fearing episodes, she always used to say that she could see the devil inside of me, the devil all the time. It didn’t help that most people looked at me like shit because they thought I was the bastard boy of BT O’Brien. When I got older and people started actually calling me that, I didn’t question it. I’ve always had a temper, I’ve always been hard. You know what it’s like on the south side Mrs Ramsey you grew up there. All labelling me as basket case did was give people more reason to stare”[/color]

[color=7484B4]“Have you been doing your exercises?”[/color] A glimpse into the mind of someone that for so many years people had referred to as the scourge of Eden was fascinating. Edenridge had its fair share of horror stories, most of which ended with bodies everywhere. This was one that was still living and she could probe.

[color=63773B]“Yeah, been counting with my tapping fingers up to four”[/color]

[color=7484B4]”Any dark thoughts recently?”[/color]

[color=63773B]“Are you asking whether or not since I walked in here if I’ve considered taking that framed photo of your pretty little girls and smashing your face in with it before I burn this place to the ground? No I haven’t”[/color] For the first time during the entire interview, Hyde’s face lit up. His eyes came alive and a rattlesnake smile crossed his freckled face. This was what got him going.

[color=7484B4]”I think we better end it here”[/color]

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Hyde left the psychiatrist's office and headed out into the pouring rain. He had breakfast plans with his just as fucked up siblings. As the people around him rushed around in the downpour, trying to avoid getting wet, the man walked casually. Something about the water pounding down onto his skin, with that slight hint of a dull pain, was satisfying, calming. 

[i][color=63773B]”Court mandated therapy. This is some bullshit. They can’t fix me. She can’t fix me. I can’t be fixed. Trying to castrate me. Let them fucking try. They’re worried about what I’ll do. I haven’t even fucking started yet”[/color][/i]

He made his way to the sheltered taxi stand where only one other soul stood alone; a young woman. She smiled brightly at him. [color=yellow]”This weather right?”[/color] Hyde scanned her, taking in her form. 

[i][color=63773B]”Well well well, what do we have here? Who are you? That tan, you’re not local. You certainly are not dressed for the weather with that outfit. A New England girl would not instinctively dress for the heat. No big suitcase so you’re just passing through”[/color][/i]

[url=https://assets.bonappetit.com/photos/5b71ee2d0d80f30b75135ff8/5:7/w_2869,h_4017,c_limit/healthyish-willa-lede.jpg]Soft blonde tresses[/url] dampened by the rain, an curved figure being hugged in all the right replaced by her soaking wet clothes, sweet sincere eyes and skin shining like a crystal to contrast the cross around her neck. She was inviting him in. His fingers began to count, one, two, three, four in his pocket. 

[color=63773B]“Little rain never hurt anyone. You been waiting long?[/color]

A bright smile crept up across the girls face as she looked at the handsome young man. [color=yellow]“Feels like forever”[/color]

[i][color=63773B]”You’re flirting. Don’t do that. I’m trying to behave”[/color][/i]

Hyde looked around the area which was pretty much flooded at this point. [color=63773B]“Where you headed?”[/color]

She brushed back a few strands of her wet hair and tied it up into a bun as she spoke. Revealing her neck further. [color=yellow]“Greyhound station, I go to Boston college? I was just visiting a friend for the weekend”[/color]

[i][color=63773B]”What I would give to wrap my hand around your throat while I fuck you sensless. I’d ravish you like you deserve, stop it! Be nice. You’re trying to do better”[/color][/i]

He pulled a hand from his pocket and checked his watch. He had some time to kill before breakfast with Anya and Mika. [color=63773B]“Oh cool, I’m going that way too. Meeting my brother and sister for some food. If you want we can split a cab, I’ll jump out at my stop and pay little towards the rest of your fare?”[/color]

[color=yellow]“That’s really sweet of you. Are you sure?”[/color] As if one cue, a yellow cab pulled up towards the rink and the girl opened the door.

[color=63773B]“Saves us both drowning right?”[/color]

Her smile brightened even more. This guy was so nice and genuine. [color=yellow]”Ok sure. My names Cadence”[/color] She climbed inside the taxi and shuffled over to allow him a place next to her 

He slid in next to her and closed the door behind him. [color=63773B]”Cameron”[/color] He uttered as the taxi driver off into the rain.

The problem with believers, they let anyone in the door.