Chapter 3

The door opened and Dr. Tard’s face appeared. If he wasn’t such a sleaze, he wouldn’t be bad looking. His chiseled jaw, messy black hair, masculine features and kind brown eyes a perfect mask for the foul man he actually is.

I had figured out over the years that pretty young girls with behavior problems or daddy issues were more often than not recommended to the home so he could keep an eye on them.

To my knowledge he had never tried anything, but I wouldn’t put it past him.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up just being around him. For once I was glad Laila was in control.

“Amanda, what a pleasure…” he paused. Looking me up and down then licking the corner of his lips. “to see you.” He finished.

“Gross!” I gagged.

Laila and I had perfected talking to each other inside my mind. It made us seem less crazy, but a smile still came across her face.

“Be quiet or I’m never going to pull this off.” She said back to me as she reached out and touched his arm.

“Ugh I’m gonna be sick.” I couldn’t help it, he’s just so vial.

Walking past him but leaving her hand touching his arm put just enough pressure to pop open the top button of our shirt. “It’s go time.” She hummed at me.

It took everything in me to stay quiet for the interview. The shameless flirtation made me want to vomit.

It came down to whether or not he would sign off on the paperwork saying we were cured and ready to enter society upon turning 18. He then paused, paused for too long. I started to panic.

“Watch this.” Laila said in a mischievous tone.

She got up walked around the desk. Wrapping her arms around his head and firmly pressing his face between our breasts. Letting out a soft moan she whispered. “I just want to thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

He let out long groan, grabbing my waist and pulling me down onto his lap. The second button of my shirt popping open as he nuzzled his face deeper. I could feel his little nub poking into the back of my thigh and couldn’t help but laugh.

Laila luckily held it together. Planting a firm wet kiss on his cheek before getting up and moving back to the other chair.

Dr. Tard gripped the edge of his desk with enough force to turn his knuckles white, pushing his lips together firmly he moved himself, so his legs were back under the desk. He let out a long groan before picking up his pen and averting his eyes to my paperwork.

“I hate to see you go but I’m proud of the FINE young woman you’ve become.” He signed all the paperwork and I let out a sign of relief. It felt like the first breath I had taken since we walked into this room. He placed all the papers in an envelope and held it out to me. Reaching out to grab it he quickly snatched it away. His eyes moving back up to mine the smirk on his face nothing short of devious. “You be sure to come back and see me after your birthday and we can pick up where we left off.” He said with a wink.

I could feel Laila grit her teeth. “It’s a date.” She replied coyly.

“I trust you can see yourself out.” He said as he pointed to the door.

On the way back to the room Laila gave me back control. “Eww not now, I need to take a bubble bath. In bleach! I hate you; I hope you know that.” I told her.

“But he signed off, just 27 more days and we are free!” She exclaimed excitedly.

Throwing the clothes, I was wearing in the trash I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the bathroom to shower.

“Hey, I like that shirt.” Laila protested.

“I will never be able to look at it again without feeling his clammy hands on me. Yuck!”

Turning the temperature up as hot as I could stand it, I must have scrubbed and burned at least two layers of skin off before I was satisfied.

The rest of the days passed like a blur as if I slept the whole 28 days up to this morning. Only for time to come to a screeching halt at a quarter to nine this morning.

I sat in the bench in-front if the office, but it was hard and uncomfortable, so I moved to the chair, but it felt small and cramped. Moving back to the bench again I looked at the clock. 8:46 I grabbed my backpack from underneath the bench retrieving my small notebook from the front pocket.

We have been planning this for over a year. Tearing out magazine pictures of things to see and places to go.

I can hear the other girls waking up and moving around. I’ve never felt so claustrophobic in my life, hands sweating, the walls are moving in on me.

“Breathe Amanda, just breathe.” Laila’s voice sounds muffled and echoes in my head.

Stars sprinkle the perimeter of my vision. This space is to small and hot. When did it get so hot? I can’t breathe. Everything goes dark.