20 in Locked-In

  • Dec. 5, 2021, 5:52 p.m.
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Melissa took the next day off from work to get her broken window taken care of, all the while vowing to herself to get revenge on Katie once she found her. Every time Katie’s harassment pissed her off it only made her look more forward to torturing the little bitch just as soon as she caught her, wherever she was. She would spare her absolutely no mercy whatsoever. Then when she was dead, she would dump her body in the desert. Or maybe she would dump it in the forest. Wherever it wouldn’t be found.

Once the window was replaced, she called a few friends and filled them in. Understandably, they wanted her to stay with them until whoever was responsible was caught, but Melissa was now too angry to allow herself to be bullied out of her own home.

Although she was nervous, she remained in her home, phone in one hand, stun gun in the other.

Yet nothing happened.

The next day Melissa went to work, as usual, meeting with the usual patients, some depressed, some anxious, but all with problems that she was more than used to hearing about.

Her last patient of the day was a new patient. Her name was Patty. All that was written in her file was that she had been suffering from depression.

She sat back in her chair and sighed. “My last one was anxious, this one is depressed, and I’m mad as hell,” she mumbled to herself. “Ain’t life grand?”

Melissa rose from her creaky desk chair and went down the hall to retrieve her new patient from the nearly deserted waiting room.


A tall, heavyset blonde rose from her seat with a small smile.

Melissa watched as Patty approached her. Patty was frumpy, dumpy and a real plain Jane. No wonder she was depressed, Melissa thought sarcastically.

She led her down the hall and motioned for Patty to take a seat across from her.

“So, Patty, what brings you here today?”

Patty looked down at her hands which were folded in her lap and fidgety. “This is my first time seeing a therapist.”

Melissa waited for her to continue.

“I’ve just been depressed.”

“Anything going on in your life to cause these feelings, you think?” Melissa asked, keeping her tone professional while her mind screamed to hurry up and get it over with so she could go home. She had worried all day what might be going on at her house that she may be surprised with once she finally got home.

Patty nodded. “My boyfriend left me.”

“Oh. And how long were you together?”

“A few years.”

Melissa nodded.

“I really thought we’d be together forever. But now I feel so foolish for believing that.”

Melissa remained silent, allowing Patty to get it all out.

“How could I have been so blind… so naïve?”

Melissa shrugged. “Well, sometimes people do fool us. Even those of us that are pretty good with reading people can sometimes turn out to be wrong about someone.”

“I feel like I’ll never get over him.”

Melissa put on her sympathy expression.

“Do you know what it feels like to have your whole world turned upside down?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I think we’ve all had some hard times at one point or another in our lives.”

Patty sniffed sharply and her expression and demeanor seemed to change all of a sudden. Keeping her hands in her lap and her head slightly bowed, her eyes flipped upward and bore into Melissa’s. “He tied me to a chair one night.”

This oughta be interesting, Melissa thought. Maybe she wouldn’t be in for the usual boy dumps girl story.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be completely incapacitated?”

Melissa shifted in her chair. “Uh, no, fortunately, I don’t.”

Patty remained quiet. Then a few seconds later she let out a small giggle.

Oh no, Melissa thought. Please don’t tell me I have another MPD case on my hands. Trying to help one person was one thing, but a person with God knew how many alters living within them?

Again Patty raised her head from her lap, very slowly, and then she glared hatefully at Melissa.

Melissa felt the first tendrils of fear course through her. She was barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Beating the crap out of a paralyzed person was one thing. But this three-hundred-pound hulk would be another.

“She was totally defenseless.”

Melissa shifted again in her chair and cleared her throat. “Who was defenseless, Patty?”

“She was harmless. She meant no harm at all.” Patty studied her fingers as she twisted and entwined them in her lap as if they were pieces of clay that needed to be shaped and molded.

“Did your boyfriend hurt someone close to you?” Melissa asked.

Patty snorted with disgust and looked up at Melissa once again. “How could she have known that the letter would be delivered to the wrong person, Melissa?”

Melissa’s heart took off on a run as she rose from her chair. “Okay, unless you can be more specific, I think maybe you should leave now.”

“Oh, you think?” Patty asked in a snotty tone as she rose from her seat, towering over Melissa. Her eyes were suddenly unusually wide as if they were about to pop out of her head.

Trying to hide her fear, Melissa stepped to the door and pulled it open.

Patty stepped toward Melissa and Melissa considered screaming for an instant but was afraid that might make things worse.

“You deserve every single thing Katie gives you,” Patty said menacingly. “Every single fucking thing.”

Like a switch, Melissa went from scared shitless to seriously pissed. Push someone far enough and you’ll quickly learn that their lack of height and weight can take a backseat to the issue at hand. Everyone had their breaking point. The smaller people may not be as quick to fight back, but when they finally snapped and fought back, they would prove yet again that size didn’t always matter once they were pushed to the edge. Melissa was now at the edge of a cliff and she’d be damned if she would fall off. No longer giving a shit how big Patty was, she looked into her crazed eyes and said, “Hey, listen lady. If you have anything to do with the harassment that’s been launched against me, you and Katie are both going to pay dearly. Mark my words, I’ll find you both, and you will both go down so hard you won’t know what hit you. Now either tell me who you really are and where you and Katie live or get the hell out of my office!”

The large woman suddenly blinked, stunned, scared and confused. She was either putting on an academy award-winning act or she was genuinely hurt. “W-what are you talking about?” she stammered. She slowly looked around the room and then back at Melissa. “What the hell just happened?”

“Get the hell out of my office!” Melissa shouted again, not buying the act that was most likely being put on for her.

The giant woman jerked back a bit as if she’d been struck. “Whatever for? What the hell did I do?”

Melissa could hear security hurrying down the corridor toward her office. Someone had heard the ruckus and summoned them.

‘D. Hartman’ said the name embroidered on the young, slim man’s shirt that appeared in the doorway. “Everything okay here?”

“I was just asking this lady to leave,” Melissa said.

“I-I don’t understand what I did wrong,” Patty stuttered.

“You’re obviously involved with someone that’s been harassing me for months, and some of what you said is bordering on threatening. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that not coming forward with information about a crime is a crime in itself. If you don’t want to talk to me, then I would really appreciate it if you went to the police and gave them Katie Nyland’s real name and whereabouts. Furthermore, I’d like you to see another therapist.”

For a minute, she looked like she wanted to hit Melissa and Melissa wondered if the security guard would be able to stop her since Patty dwarfed even him. Instead, Patty went swearing down the hallway, insisting that she knew no one named Katie, let alone what Melissa was talking about or what she supposedly did wrong.

After the security guard followed Patty down the hallway and out through the waiting room, Melissa let her body fall into her chair, removed her glasses, and placed her head in her hands. Then she asked the same question Patty had asked moments ago… what the hell just happened?

SemiCharmed December 05, 2021

Oooh interesting. Your stories give me something to look forward to logging in for.

Journals & Stories SemiCharmed ⋅ December 05, 2021

Aw, that's so sweet to hear. Thank you!

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