Confession of a King

After getting a small glimpse at the video that Maria had filmed of Jimmy during one of the sessions I began to realize that the inmates must have taunted her. She had forced Jimmy to have on a metal mask during the session. I already had a bad feeling about the woman… it was like she was getting paid to be a psychiatrist when she didn't even give Jimmy the chance to speak because she had him trapped up in that contraption. I couldn't even begin to imagine the videos she had of the other inmates, so I wasn't even going to take a minute of my precious time to give one thought or watch them. They were all garbage to me. She really must have been a terrible psychiatrist.

I grabbed the small video tape and threw it into the trash bin next to my desk just as Red brought in Jimmy Sullivan along with a female. I smiled at the two of them as they sat in their chairs across my desk and Red took the mask off of his face and smiled at me before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

"Hi, Jimmy," I smiled. "And hello to you, my name is Ivy. I'm Jimmy's new psychiatrist."

"I'm Leana," the female smiled at me. "He's told me a lot about you, he likes you from what I've heard. I'm his girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you, Leana. I hope it is all good things he's had to say since we've only met once before. How about we get a move on with this session? How has the last week gone for you, Jimmy?"

He shrugged, "It's going. Typical day here at the prison everyday. You've got some fights, you've got someone trying to fuck someone up the ass, you've got people trying to kill themselves. You know, the usual. So how has your week been, Ivy? I heard you met big bad Sanders, huh? I also heard he came in here earlier just to see you!"

"My week has been fine… and he's quite the character, I guess. A little bit of a trouble maker, aye?"

Jimmy nodded severely, "You should have seen him today. Nearly killing that guy 'cause the guy said your ass looked great today when you walked by his cell! He swears that you're his and no one else's, so I hope you're ready for that!" He cackled and Leana shook her head.

"James, sometimes I really wonder what is going on in that head of yours," she mumbled with a smile in his direction.

"Can it, missy! It's the truth. My dear Ivy over here is has Shadows wrapped around her precious little munchkin finger. I mean he's killin' people out there that hit on her, Lee! You know this is some serious business, right? I haven't seen this man smitten in ages."

I rolled my eyes, "Jimmy you know that these sessions are supposed to be about you, not Matthew, right?"

"Do you call him Matthew?" He cackled. "No one calls him that. You must be one lucky lady."

"Jimmy stop," Leana rolled her eyes. "Excuse him. He's always been this way… tries to play match maker. Even if someone is a total fugitive."

"Don't you talk about me like I am not here! I am right here!" He groaned from his chair. "What do you want me to talk to you about, Ivy? I am not that interesting of a person, you know?"

"As your psychiatrist you're supposed to tell me your feelings and thoughts, Jimmy…" I smiled at him as I turned the tape recorder on. "Why don't you begin by telling me about you and Leana's relationship?"

A smile burst out on his face, "Where do I begin! Well. We've been together for how many years…."

"Seven," Leana mumbled with a roll of the eyes and a smile.

"Yeah! Seven years!" Jimmy beamed, "Seven years and going strong. She's really the only person that stuck by my side when I got thrown in this place. I hope that one day when I'm out of this monkey cage I will be able to marry her and have children. That's my dream. I told her we can get engaged while I'm in here and she can use my bank account money to pick out an engagement ring but she 'just ain't into that shit', according to her… I still think that's a bunch of bologna and she should just do it and let me propose here…" He trailed off and looked over at her. "She's scared that one day we're going to have a little boy and he's going to be crazy like me… But not the bad crazy. The good crazy, right Lee Lee?"

"Right Jim Jim," she smiled with a giggle.

"Anything you'd like to say, Leana?"

She bit her lip in thought and then began to speak, "Well. Most of what Jimmy said is what I have to say, although I really am not into getting engaged while he's in here. He doesn't understand that. I want that day to be really special. Not inside some prison walls. I can't wait to start a family with him one day though. Ever since we've been together he's the only man I could ever think of. I just wish that when he got thrown in here I would have been able to do something to help him. I tried my hardest to pay the bail, but they raised it when they claimed that he is absolutely insane. And though he might be insane, I love him and his craziness. I'm a real mellow person and I think that we balance each other out pretty well… That's it," she giggled.

I smiled at the couple, "I'm glad that you both have been able to make it this far. I have to say you're both really strong. After everything I learned about the human brain and the way it functions during love, I can sure say that you guys are definite fighters and are very lucky to have each other in your lives. I wish the best of luck to both of you when Jimmy gets out of here."

The rest of the time with Jimmy and Leana just went on making small talk about their relationship. They both seemed really happy to be together, even though they're under the circumstance of him being locked up for a while. She seemed like a very sweet, mentally stable woman. I was really glad that Jimmy had her come into the session today. I even told him that since I got so much out of him on his time with Leana he did not need to have his own separate session later today once she was gone. I think he was thrilled to pieces with this idea because he stated that if he wasn't glued to the chair he would 'hug the cuteness' out of me.

The next session was with Jeremy Scott, and he didn't have anyone inside our session with him. He just sat in the chair as he did last week and stared off at the wall. I still felt for the kid… he was really so young, and I know it had to hurt him to see some true blue criminals in here getting a little bit of affection from someone while he didn't have anyone here to comfort him.

"Jeremy," I called over and he continued to stare at the wall. "Are you alright?" He just continued to stare. "Would you like anything to eat? Would you like the wrist restraints off?" He didn't say anything or move himself at all. I shrugged and looked over at the clock. Was I ever going to get anything out of him? He must be traumatized. I took a second to lean back in my desk chair and take in his appearance. He had a relatively large bruise coming in around his right eye and a visible deep cut on his forehead underneath his shaggy dirty hair. I had a feeling someone must have done this to him because of him being so young. It made me sick to think of what else they may have done to him… I didn't know. I wanted to know. I wished he would tell me. But I could only imagine things to myself… I did not want to push the topic on him. He must be in a fragile state.

His eyes stayed focused on the wall behind me, his head pointed diagonally into the corner. His two top front teeth were gnawing on his chapped bottom lip. His eyes were empty and slightly squinted, the right one worse than the left one. There was a bruise on his neck… probably where a hand was, as well as some blood stains in his hair. I made sure to put all of this down in the notebook I had designated to Jeremy. I decided that maybe some music would help get him out of the state he was in, maybe it would allow him to relax. His shoulders seemed tense and perked upward, like he was paranoid. I flipped open iTunes and began to play Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins.

"A killer in me is a killer in you
send this smile over to you"

By the end of the song I saw what seemed to be tears falling out of Jeremy's eyes. He still gnawed on his bottom lip as it quivered underneath his teeth. He went to open his mouth but then pulled his lip back in with his bottom teeth and sucked on it and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. "I… I thought my mom would come see me… at least her…" I nodded as he took another deep breath. "I feel so sorry for what I have done… I don't know what made me do it… I was so mad… I lost every… thing… one… my family… I just got so mad… I thought it would… never mind…" He shook his head and blinked a few times to get the tears out of his eyes and off his lashes.

"I'm here for you to talk to, Jeremy. You know that. I know it may seem as if everything is crashing down, and I know it may seem like the people in here are taunting you and possibly even hurting you. But what you have to do is stay strong, you can't break down. The stronger you are the easier and faster this will pass. But I am here for when you need to break down… when you need to exert your feelings to someone who cares, because maybe no one came today, but I care about you. I really do." I sighed, "And your mom, you know she loves you. You know that your family loves you. They may be having a hard time coping with what happened, but they will come around. Blood is thicker than water, Jeremy. I want you to remember that, okay?" He nodded. "We all act out when we're angry. And maybe the way you did it wasn't the morally correct way… but everything happens for a reason and everything will fall into place in time. You just have to keep your head about you and try to stay positive and strong."

"Can… can we be done for the day?" He asked quietly and I nodded and called for Red to come get him and take him back to his cell.

Once Jeremy was gone Red came back into my office with a smile on his face and leaned over my desk. "Hey Ivy," he smiled.

"Hey Red," I smiled back at him. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering what you're doing Wednesday night?" He grinned, "Would you be willing to do dinner with me?"

I looked over his shoulder to see Billy dragging Sanders and another man into the room. Matt had a very angry look on his face when he saw Red speaking to me.

"I wish I could… but maybe some other time. I'm really swamped with trying to get the hang of this new job, you know?" I smiled sweetly. I was telling the truth after all.

"I completely understand… Maybe I could give you my number though and you can tell me when you are free?" He smiled and wrote his number down on a sticky note on my desk.

I grabbed the sticky note and placed it on my Macbook before looking back up at him, "I'll keep that in mind… I've got to get to work."

"Alright, see you later gorgeous," he winked and walked out of my room with Billy on his tail closing the door.

I moved my attention over to the two men sitting in the chairs in front of me. I was guessing the man to the right of Sanders was his lawyer… not that he was dressed like one what so ever. He had on a pair of ripped jeans with a black t-shirt and a hat over his long black hair and brown eyes rimmed with eyeliner. I looked over at Sanders who had his lips pursed and his brow furrowed.

"You ain't gonna call him, are you Ivy?" He looked at me harshly.

"What's it to ya', Matthew?" I huffed, "Nothing for you to get your panties in a bunch over. Aren't you going to introduce me to your guest?"

"Ivy, Brian… Brian, Ivy… He's my um… lawyer," he shrugged and Brian muttered a hello. "I thought we were on that friendly shit now."

"Not if you're going to sit there looking angry over nothing, Matthew."

"I ain't angry, Ivy. I know you won't call him. I know he can't pleasure you right, Ivy. Not like I could…" he flashed his dimples as he rested his feet on my desk.

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow and then looked over at Brian. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"I'm Matt's lawyer. We've been partners for ages and I decided to represent him for his trials. We're planning on winning the next one so he can walk free." Brian smirked, "Anything else, gorgeous?"

I heard Sanders growl and I brushed it off. His jealousy and need for dominance was becoming irritating. "So you were business partners? As in you were involved in gang activity as well?"

"That's confidential," Brian spat with a smirk. "Isn't this session for Matt, though, not me?"

"I'm the one conducting the session, Brian. I can ask you questions if I want, that's what your here for." I smiled and relaxed backwards into my chair and looked in Sanders' direction, "Are you done with your huffing and puffing?"

He groaned and pursed his lips again. "I don't like Red."

"I can tell," I muttered.

"Don't get smart with me, Ivy." He gazed at me, "He tried to take Maria out too. And he's kind of an asshole."

"And what are you?" I laughed.

He even chuckled at that one and I saw Brian stifle a laugh, "I'm a nice guy just trying to get my dick wet…"

I rolled my eyes, "Can we actually get some work done, Matt? Or are you going to sit there and be a pig again?" He mumbled something under his breath, "How about you give me your side of the story on why Matt's in here, Brian?"

He shrugged and rolled his eyes, "Gang affiliation… Killed someone… Petty things like that. It really isn't anything too serious and that's why we're working to make sure he walks free after the next trial."

"And is that it? He only killed one person?" I wrote down notes in my notebook.

"Are you gonna fuckin' interrogate me, Ivy? I thought you were here to be my fuckin' shrink." Matt grumbled.

I sighed, "I'm just trying to get the big picture since you won't give me any insight. They let your guests in here for a reason, Matt. So if you could calm yourself down I'd appreciate it."

That had shut him up and Brian let out a laugh, "Wow Shads, she's got a hold on you, don't she?"

"Fuck you, Haner," he growled under his breath before closing his eyes.

"Continue on, Brian," I smiled at him.

He licked over his thin lips, "He only killed one person. The gang may have killed more than one, but when we talk about just him it's one person. So therefore he'll be walking free soon."

"You're very positive in him getting out of here?" He nodded. "You know that I've heard from other inmates that he's probably the most feared in this place, let alone the way society feels after reading all of the tabloids on him. Do you think that's going to make it any harder to get him out?"

"I honestly feel that it's going to be completely simple. Half the women in the jury during the last trial were looking at him like they wanted to rip his clothes off, so I think once there is no evidence they'll all just let him go…" Brian trailed off and looked over at Matt who had his eyes closed and his feet still resting on my desk. "I mean the guy is a big teddy bear."

"Fuck you," Matt growled and opened one eye. "I'm getting out of here Ivy. One way or fuckin' another. They keep me in here past the next trial and I'm breaking out and killing everyone in the process. Fuck this prison shit."

"What do you plan to do when you get out?"

He smirked at me, "You."

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