Page 31 of Dream a Little Dream

“When?”

“When you got angry?”

“Wasn’t angry.” Aaron popped his ankle over his opposite knee, foot twitching. “Was perfectly calm.”

Drew hummed, a vibrating sound that caught in his throat. He wrote something down on his pad, which fell from his leg, and he had to catch it before it slammed to the floor. Again.

Aaron had thought he’d got away with it. There’d been no retaliation over the weekend. Some boys went home at weekends, or had jobs, or played sports, so they’d stayed out of his way. He’d gone to the union bar with Mel, but the dancing hadn’t erased his troubled mind the way it used to, and he’d slunk home to read his textbooks. Might not be what people expected him to do, being a swot. But he liked to be one step ahead and more of an enigma. All he kept seeing, though, all he kept fixating on, as he’d roamed the dancefloor wanting to switch off or reading through boring mounds of drivel, wasDr Kenneth Lyonsfucking a woman namedHeather.

Even now, sat across from a stick insect with receding hair and creepy over-sized knuckles, his mind raced through thoughts of Kenny’s tough hands holding her down by her throat. His rough fingers grazing her delicate skin. Rasping beard leaving scratch marks on her neck, and how his luscious hair would fall into her face in a sweaty mass of passion as he pounded his overly large cock into her.

“You hit another boy in the face with a cupboard door.” Drew probably expected him to feel some remorse about that.

“I said ‘excuse me’.”

“Was it an accident?”

“Prick didn’t move out of the way.”

Did Kenny wear a condom to fuck Heather? Which ones did he favour? Extra thick, extra-long? Or did he prefer those scented ones filling up the jar on the welfare desk? And did he unravel it over his glorious, leaking prick, or did she do it for him while he fingered her?

“You ripped the door off its hinges.”

“That’s just bad craftsmanship. Maybe they shouldn’t opt for shit flatpack in student digs.”

Maybe Heather was on the pill. Or had one of those coils. Kenny would fuck her raw then.

Drew shifted in his seat. “I have to decide whether to let your corporate parent know what happened.”

Aaron snapped out of his rage to him. “Why the fuck do they need to know?”

“It’s a duty of care.” He raised his bushy, grey eyebrows. Why didn’t he trim them? “Do you not want them to know?”

Aaron turned away. “Couldn’t give a fuck. What are they gonna do? Tell my mum?” He chuckled.

Drew stared at him. “Why did you do it?”

“Because he pissed me off.”

“Why exactly?”

“I don’t know. Because he’s a prick.”

Drew cocked his head. “Do you feel remorse?”

“As in, do I feel remorse in general, or for that incident in particular?”

Drew waved his pen clutched between his forefinger and thumb. “Either, or.”

“I’mnotsorry. He deserved it. He should be in here talking to you about why he’s such a massive homophobic racist.”

Drew wrote that down. Or wrotesomethingdown. Aaron couldn’t see what it was over the notepad on his lap as he raised his knee to shield the page. But Aaron had sat opposite many a therapist in his youth and they all wrote the same thing. That he was a troubled young man who needed to learn how to control his emotions.

What fucking emotions?

Did Kenny scream her name? Or did she scream his?

“How was your life before here?”

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