Chapter 226
Brad
I felt like an animal in a cage, how could my friends do this to me? What where they thinking? I’m not an alcoholic; I like to drink but not to the extend that I needed to be here. I was laying in bed the second night and I was sweating; I pulled off all the blankets and took off all my cloths but the sweating didn’t stop, I was so hot, I thought I was going to die. I open the room door looking for someone to help me. I must have run into a nurse because 2 hands were touching me, but they felt like cols on my skin, I started to fight the cols it was just to hot. I’m sure the cols where speaking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying at one stage I felt a sting in my arm and then I can’t remember anything. I woke up the following day, or I think it was the following day, the sun was already shinning and I was strapped to the bed. I started to scream “Help me Help me.” After it felt like I didn’t have a voice anymore a male nurse walked into the room “Brad how are you feeling today?” “Get these fucking shackles of me.” “I see you as chipper as always.” “Just get these things off me, why did you bond me to the bed?” “Well Brad you were running naked in the hall way screaming and then when one of the nurses tried to take you back to your room you started to hit her.” “I did no such thing.” “I’m sorry but you did, are you calm now?” “Yes, for fuck sakes.” “It doesn’t sound like it?” “Just loosen the fucking things.” He loosens the shackles and I rubbed my arms. All I remember from last night was that I was hot, very very hot.
“You have your session with the psychologist today, you want to go and take a shower? I’ll wait for you here.” I didn’t say anything I just walked to the shower, got in and open it so that cold water was washing over me. I have to talk soon enough I’ll keep quiet for now. After the shower I got dressed and walked out with my hair still wet. “You ready?” “Do I have a choice?” “No not really.” “Well then isn’t it a stupid question?” I asked the nurse but he didn’t answer me, he just walked me to the psychologist’s rooms. “I’ll see you later.” He said as he took me inside the rooms, a young woman was sitting behind the desk, I wondered where was the old bastard I spoke to yesterday.
“Brad, I’m Lizzy how are you today?” she asked me “I think that is a very stupid question, I was brought here against my will and I don’t have a drinking problem so how do you think it’s going with me?” “Well, I think your friends only had your best interest at heart and besides why don’t you see this as a holiday resort.” “A holiday without a cocktail in hand what kind of holiday is that?” “Well let’s talk about that statement, shall we?” “What statement?” “The one you just made saying you need alcohol on a vacation but when you walked in here you told me you are not an alcoholic.” “Because I’m not, I mean who doesn’t what a cocktail when they are on holiday?” “Actually, a lot of people can find joy in the world without alcohol.” “I don’t believe you; everyone drinks some time.” “Yes, maybe but some people don’t drink at all.” “Then how to they forget all the shit that happened in their lives.” “So, you drink to forget?” “If I do drink then yes.” “And what are you trying to forget?” This girl was a sly one, making me talk about holidays and days at the beach with a cocktail in hand. “Everything.” “There must be something specific you are trying to forget?” I thought about it and thought about it, what is it I’m trying to forget and then it hit me my wife and son. “I think you just remembered you want to share?” “Not really.” “Well, the sooner you share and open up to me the sooner you will get out of here.” “My wife and son okay, you happy now?” “What about your wife and son?” “They died.” “I’m so sorry to hear that.” “Well, your sorry won’t bring them back, will it?” “No but still it’s something very traumatic that happened to you. Do you have other children?” “Yes, a daughter.” “And how did she take it?” “How the fuck should I know?” “You never spoke to her about it?” “No, they are gone why should we talk about it?” “It’s therapy Brad, I’m sure she had her own feelings about her mother and brother dying.” “Well, we never spoke about it and I don’t want to speak about her, she’s dead to me.”
“Jeez Brad that’s a bit harsh.” “She went against my will and married my best friend then they took my businesses away from me.” “I’m sure they had a reason.” “Whose side are you on?” “No one I’m trying to establish why you are drinking as much as you are, and it’s clear to me your wife and sons’ death was a big trigger point and now the fact that you lost your daughter to your best friend and your business is why you are drinking.” “I’m not drinking that much.” “If that where the case your friends wouldn’t have brought you here.” “They are just a bunch of assholes.” “I’m sorry to say this Brad but you sound very angry.” I was fucking angry I was angry at the fucking world. I jumped up and was ready to strangle her when she pressed a button and 2 very big guys walked into the room. “Sit the fuck down Brad.” I was already standing over the doctor I think she said her name was Lizzy when the 2 stormed in. I went to sit as soon as they told me to. Both of them grabbed me one on each arm. “Don’t hold me so tight.” I screamed at them. But they didn’t listen, they threw me in my room and said, “When you calm down, we will open the door to you again.” What the fuck did I almost do? Was the only thing that went through my mind.
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