Page 6 of Her Wicked Plan

Her apologetic eyes scan mine, trying to read my expression, but I keep my face dull. However, she might notice the fire trying to spark behind my brown eyes.

“I will be leaving the facility at the end of the month.” The fuck did she say? “An opportunity presented itself, and I would be stupid to turn it down. I just wanted you to know that this decision has nothing to do with you.”

If I clench my teeth any harder, then they will crack away to nothing. The arms of this wooden chair would be broken if the magical power bullshit I spun was true.

Or if I had some superhuman strength, but since I’m not that special, I dig my nails into the wood and leave crescent indents.

“Veronica, you have been one of my best patients, and I am grateful you gave me a chance, given your history with the other doctors you had.”

“You’re leaving?”

A breath full of sorrow leaves her. “Yes. Veronica, I am so sorry.”

The chair screeches against the worn-out floor as I push it back, standing tall. Dr. Davis's whole body tenses while she waits to see what I will do. Even though I am pissed at her leaving me, I wouldn’t hurt her.

There are several people I can count on one hand in this shithole that I would never hurt, and she is one of them. My hand lifts and rubs across my mouth as thoughts churn. If she is leaving, then that means... Oh, hell no!

Quickly, I turn on my heels and march out of her office, taking a sharp right turn. Her voice calls out, my name growing fainter the closer I reach the end of the hall.

Once I do and am met with a huge window, the soles of my shoes squeak against the freshly waxed floor as I make a left and end up at his office.

He is on the phone when I barge up to his desk, the palms of my hands slamming down on the surface of his desk with a loud smack.

Pain shoots up from my palms to my shoulder from the force I used, causing my body to recoil for only a moment before I put my mask back on.

“I’ll have to call you right back,” he tells the person on the other end slowly, then hangs up.

“I take it you heard the news.”

“I don’t want another fucking doctor.”

“That’s not how this works, Veronica. You need a doctor.”

“Then you be that doctor!” I point my finger at him. “There is no way in hell another person is coming here to meddle in my brain.” The finger pointed at him pivots and finds my temple, pressing hard. “To try and fix me!”

“You know I can’t be your doctor. I don’t have the time,” he informs me as if I don’t already know this.

“That settles it, then. I’m not getting another doctor.” My arms fold over my chest.

“Veronica—”

“No!” I shout. “Dr. Davis was the only one that I liked! If you bring in another person, I will drive them away. Then I will scare off the next and the one after that, just as I did with the others.” After I get my point across, Dr. Bennett’s sympathetic eyes float over my shoulder.

My head twists, seeing Dr. Davis standing in the doorway, a glimmer of tears in her eyes as she watches me freak out.

“We already have a doctor lined up for you when Dr. Davis leaves.” My gaze whips back to Dr. Bennett.

“Just fucking great! Why doesn’t the patient get a say in who their doctor is?”

“Again, that’s not how it works.”

“It’s bullshit!”

“Veronica, why don’t you go back to your room? Calm down for a bit,” he suggests. I already know when I turn around, two male guards will be waiting to escort me back to my cell.

“Why, because you think I’m going to lash out? Fight the first patient that looks at me wrong?” I step closer to his desk, both arms dropping to my sides. “That sounds like a fan-fucking-tastic idea! I need to get my anger out.”

“Veronica!” Dr. Bennett’s voice booms through the office. I chew on my cheek, and my hand won’t stop smacking my thigh. It’s itching to hit something. “You will return to your room; there will be no detours on your way. A nurse will let you out when it is time for dinner.”