Abuser

I stared down the man. My anger must have shown on my face because he smirked. His smug smirk was annoying. It only reminded me of that guy who tried to call me a good boy.

“Good. Seems you know, and aren’t that proud. Your ex admitted you for fixing your tendency to ****. She also mentioned something about your cheating habits.” I gritted my teeth as he threw a card to me.

I caught it and glanced it over. It seemed to be a schedule of sorts. “That will be your life. Follow the instructions on the card and you will enjoy your temporary break. I will see you in thirty.”

With that he walked off with the two guards following. Surprisingly he left the door open. I was expecting a jail.

I looked down at the card and read it. It seemed to be a list of what I was doing day in and day out. I grimaced noticing at nine thirty I was to meet with my “assigned worker.” That meant he was my assigned worker. I grabbed the paper and stood, ignoring the cold metal.

Now that I stood I could feel a zipper suspiciously near my ass. This place was weirder than I expected. I really hoped it was more like the councilor I went to for a few months after my breakup.

Technically I could read and see, but I wanted to look around. I looked out the door and slowly stepped out when I saw no one. I shrugged and walked down the hallway. The paper said my room number anyways, I could come back easily.