"DON'T GO, PLEASE!" Said my latest plaything, with blond hair, beautiful light blue eyes, unblemished skin and figure to match she's a stunning beauty, it's shame that her IQ is so low. She really is quite beautiful even with snot covering her face and her eyes puffy from crying she's still an 8 in my books, normally I would try my best to get her in my bed, but after 3 months of her constant nagging I'd rather not have her in my bed. "You should come to church me" "Where were you last night" "You should become more religious" "Don't roll your eyes at me!". When will she know that even god existed I would give me the middle finger.

"Look, baby, we're not meant for each other, So let's stop this," I said with a glistening smile, showing my blinding teeth. With a beautiful smile problem just disappear and if you're smart you can cause other people problems. She shook her head and hugged my leg even tighter, I tried to kick her off me but she held my leg tighter.

"IF WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, WHY DO YOU CALL ME BABY?!!" Said the thing between tears and snot. I looked at her and for a slight moment and felt pity but that disappeared faster than blinking.

"Because," I said taking a deep breath. "I FORGOT YOUR NAME," I said screaming at the bitch who's ruining my favorite suit. She stopped crying for a moment before a dam of tears were once again released from her eyes.

"Now that you understand," I said gently. "GET OFF OF ME!" I said kicking her, finally getting some of the snot off of me. All of the snot and tears on my suit almost drove me to kick her again. I stopped myself from shouting at her and massaged my forehead.  "Come on the doctor talked about this you gotta control your anger" I mentally chided myself. It's a shame that I didn't kick her earlier now I would have to wear my backup suit when I go see the psychiatrist.

Honestly, Sunday just started and she already ruined it. Letting out a sigh I massage my forehead to calm me down. Maybe if she wasn't so religious and didn't talk about god whenever she had the chance this could work out longer, but damn if we weren't doing it, she would preach to me about coming to prayer on Sunday.

"If you don't leave my house by the time you come back I'm calling the police," I said to her as she attempted to clean herself but failed because she once again started crying. Honestly, who does she think she is, I thought shaking my head. Though looking at myself how could anyone resist me, with a 10 for face and body I'm an extremely handsome man.

Taking my keys I get out of my house and walked to my car. Turning on the engine I drive to the psychiatrist with all of the forms already and with the backup suit in my trunk I'm prepared to make the best first impression possible.

---------------- 30 Minutes Later ------------------

Parking my car in front of the clinic, I strolled to the double doors a refreshing breeze of air hits me as I walk in. Tempted to take a deep breath but mindful of my image I reluctantly held back. Looking around the clinic there seemed to be only 6 people here and to my displeasure 4 are kids. Why would kids even need to go to a psychiatrist I thought holding myself glaring at them. Walking to the front office I see a brown, short-haired lady with a 7 for the body but a 4 for a face, maybe if she grew her hair longer it would be better, what a waste of a good body.

"Hello," I said to the receptionist making sure to smile at an angle where the light reflected off my teeth. The receptionist was slack-jawed as she looked at me, of course she would be slack-jawed I look like a prime steak. I couldn't help but want to let her continue but with 5 minutes left before the appointment, I didn't have time to have someone stare at me. 

"Is it Ms. Garcia," I said to the receptionist glancing at the name tag on her chest.

"Oh, yes, yes it is. How did you know that" she asked me. I couldn't repress a slight smirk and pointed at her name tag. Her face grew beet red and after a few seconds of controlling her breathing, she looks at me once more.

 "Sorry I don't usually act like this," Said the receptionist in an embarrassed voice.

"Don't worry about it, A lot of people do that," I said flashing a smile.

"I'm sure they do. So, are you here for an appointment or to create one," Said the receptionist now more at ease.

"I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Nolen Turner," I said, handing her the forms in my hand. Taking the forms in my hand, she starts looking through them.

"Looks like everything is in order," She said handing the forms back to me. Getting up from her chair and leaving the counter, she motioned me to follow her. Quickly following her she led me to a door, opening it to reveal a busy counter and 8 rooms all but one had a light on. There were 4 rooms on each side and the counter was on the left dividing the 4 rooms and on the right, there was a door with a sign saying break room separating the 4 rooms on the right.

"Wait right here, I will go get Dr.Turner," She said still somewhat red, leading me to the last room on the left, then quickly leaving the break room. Opening the door and turning on the light, I saw the room has a couch designed so you could lay down on it, and a chair directly in front of the couch. There were multiple paintings of flowers hanging on the walls and the walls were painted to replicate a chessboard with no pieces. Interested in the peculiar wallpaper I stretch my arm to touch it, when a voice appeared behind me, surprising me

"Hello Mr.Weller," Said a voice from behind me. Quickly I lower my hand placing a smile on my face. Looking back I see an old man wearing glasses, dressed in doctors clothing, and holding some papers in his hands, glancing at his id card on his chest it read Dr. Nolen Turner.

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"Hello, Dr. Turner," I said to Dr.Turner, Shaking his hand, I quickly got out of his way and sat down on the couch, and he sat down on the seat right in front of it.

"Mr. Weller I can't express my thanks to you for filling out the forms before you coming to the office. I haven't read the forms yet so I must apologize for not knowing your purpose for this appointment," Said Dr. Turner.

"It's no problem at all, the boss at my lawyer agency has mandatory psychiatric checkups for all of his new workers, and since I had just joined the agency I have been forced to have one of these," I said with a slightly pissed off attitude remembering about the ridiculous requirement. If there wasn't a need to do this why would I even wear a suit here, I consider this like my second interview.

"Well, you seemed to have signed up for 10 minutes so in the interest of time we should start now, as to not waste any time. I'll well just ask you a series of questions if you feel like it gets too personal just tell me and I will stop." Said Dr. Turner with an authoritative voice, pulling out a blank piece of paper he clears his voice.

"Can you tell me about some of the major events in your life," Asked the psychiatrist.

"As a warning, this is quite a depressing story. , my earliest memory was eating a piece of garbage near a Walmart where the police found me behind a dumpster. The rest is a blur but I remember coming to an orphanage. The orphanage was a good place a good example of tax money done right. I didn't have many friends growing up, I would always spend my time studying to be a lawyer. 20 years later I got into my school of choice, for 4 years I worked as an independent lawyer until I joined the agency I'm currently in." I said keeping my face with no expressions. 

Of course, most of that was a lie, the true story is much more sickening. I was found in the in a red light district in a fairly sized city I was 8 years old when they found me unconscious in an alleyway. I had a big bump on my head and couldn't remember much. The orphanage was definitely not a good place to grow up in It was home to a den of gangs, even our caretakers were not completely innocent. The only part that was true is when I studied but the only reason I studied was to get away from that hell hole as fast as I can. Dr.Turner scribbled something on the piece of paper and lightly put his pencil down.

"Have you ever committed any felonies?" Asked Dr. Turner clearing his throat.

"No, I've never even had a parking ticket, I've been a crime-free man my entire life. I wouldn't dream of it," I said with a slight grin as if laughing at the question.

The truth was I've done many crimes in my life and that was unavoidable living where I lived. I would like to say I was one of the better few but I would be lying. if you looked at my record you'll find nothing cause unlike like most of this world I'm not dumb. Once again he scribbled on the paper and dropped his pencil.

"If you don't mind me asking, how many relationships have you had and how long do they usually last," Asked Dr.Turner

"I've Only had 3 relationships so far but all of them had lasted at least a year, my current girlfriend and I have been together for over 3 years," I said placing a fake happy grin on my face.

Shouldn't need to tell you but that was a lie, I've been in countless relationships and none of them have lasted more than 3 months. Again Dr. Turner picked up his pencil, scribbled something down, and dropped it once more.

"How do you see yourself physically and personality wise," Asked Dr. Turner.

"I see myself, as a somewhat good-looking man, with a stable job, and someone who cares for others," I said to the psychiatrist.

Somewhat would be an understatement I look like perfection. I'm not a nice guy, nice guys are idiots who can't look two feet in front of them, I'm the greatest man alive, i care for me and only me, not some goody two shoes. Dr. Turner scribbled something on the paper and dropped his pencil.

"Do you ever feel the need for stimulation and danger," Asked the psychiatrist.

"No, it's funny that you say that, my girlfriend always tells me that I need to live a little," I said chuckling, placing an embarrassed smile on my face. I don't know why but I just enjoying screwing with this guy.

I've never been anything more than exciting just doing nothing for a few moments causes extreme boredom. If I'm not jumping off planes, in a bar, or swimming, I'm at the courthouse defending my client. I can't believe this idiot believes everything I've said, its quite fun lying to him. Holding myself from laughing, the psychiatrist writes something down and puts down the pencil.

"How do you think other people percieve you," Asked Dr. Turner

"People see me of as a handsome man, but nothing too impressive," I said taking a second to think of an answer.

Handsome man is an understatement, I'm so good looking I could probably charm a snake. Dr. Turner quickly writes something down, dropping the pencil on lap.

"Well that's all my questions, you don't seem to have any problems but if you feel like you need some help. You should come back to get another checkup," said Dr. Turner.

"Since we only have a minute left, I would love to take any questions you may have," Said the psychiatrist.

"Well, why did you ask if I was charming or if I had a criminal record," I ask Dr.Turner.

"I was asking you questions about yourself that may indicate you being a psychopath. Usually, Psychopaths are, pathological liars, have weak impulse control, Juvenile, very charming, and are great womanizers." Said Dr. Turner. 

"That certainly clears up some of the questions I had, thank you for being so helpful," I said to Dr.Turner. Considering that I lied about everything would that make me a psychopath. That's laughable I'm not a psychopath I am a God.

"Your welcome," Said Dr. Turner.  "Oh would you look at the time," He said glancing at his watch.

"It was nice meeting you Dr.Turner, by the way, do I have to pay for this session or will my company cover it," I asked suddenly remembering that I brought no money and I don't keep money in my car,  my smile turning grim. If I have to pay that money, I'm gonna have to make a run for it. My eyes started glancing at the door and I tensed my legs preparing to rush out of here before he could stop me.

"Don't worry about it, the receptionist told me that when she checked the forms they contained an accepted insurance for today's visit," said Dr. Turner.

"That's quite a relief, I don't know what would have happened if I had to pay for this session," I said releasing a breath I didn't I was holding. 

"Well Have a nice day Mr.Weller," Said Dr. Turner, shaking my head. A few minutes later I walked out of the clinic spinning the lollipop in my hand. I got into the car I debated where to go, today's Saturday so I have no work, I could go stay at home but I would rather have fun. Maybe I should go to the bar, not in the mood to get drunk so that's a no.

My stomach rumbled and I remembered that I still haven't had breakfast. What if I go to a fancy buffet, but it'll cost a lot, oh well I'll just eat enough to make them regret having me. Putting the lollipop in my mouth I quickly drive to my house stomach rumbling throughout the ride. Hopefully, she's still not at home,  I would rather not have her bugging me off.