Mountain Soul PART 4-8 (1/1)

PART 4-8      What did he mean by he knew about Miles ? He couldn't know about him. There was no way he could know. So... how ? How could he...Minwoo wasn't sure which emotion would get the upper hand, but despite the panic, fear, anger, hatred, terror and disgust fighting inside him he didn't move from an inch. He just sat there, against the bedhead, frozen and shocked by what Eric had just said.He couldn't understand how the man could even have the slightest idea about what had happened, because no one knew, besides the ones involved, these asshole of guards and this bastard of BK. Minwoo realized too many people knew already and it made him sick in his stomach.He wasn't sure if his emotions showed on his face -he was almost certain he maintained his poker face, but the look in Eric's eyes flickered and let him know the man was now perfectly aware of his mistake. If they could call this a mistake.“I mean... it's not what you think. I... I just figured some stuffs, you know.” He said, sounding more awkward than ever.“What do you know ?” He shot back in a growl, and even if he didn't mean to sound threatening, he did.Eric swallowed, fidgeted on the bed then said, “I... Miles... did he...” He tried before closing his eyes, taking a breathe calming him down and saying, “I think Miles assaulted you.”Okay. Here it was. Loud and clear. He knew. This fucking bitch knew. How could he know ? He didn't want him to know. Not him. He just couldn't know because... He wasn't sure himself, but he didn't want this man to know. He didn't want to be looked at differently by him. He didn't want to see him behave differently around him. He didn't want to be weak in his eyes.He wasn't weak. Never was. And it wasn't what Miles had done to him that would change it.At least, that was what he kept telling himself, despite everything happening recently.“How do you...” He managed after a moment and painful swallow of his saliva. His voice sounded quieter than before and he hated how vulnerable he was suddenly feeling to be exposed like this.“Nurses are required to report everything heard or witnessed from a patient. Your therapist told me about it and well... let's say I'm not stupid and I figured the rest out.”Minwoo felt the lump swollen in his throat and hated to be unable to get angry after the man. He wanted to. Fuck he wanted to, but he never got a grip on the emotion and just sat there... defeated and exposed.“Minwoo.” He heard and despised how concerned Eric sound. “There's nothing to be ashamed of...”“Shut up ! Shut the fuck up !” He snapped back, suddenly in full possession of this hatred he was so accustomed to.Eric watched him jump on his feet, step nowhere specific and boil inwardly.“I don't need your fucking bullshits. I'm fine. Ya hear me ? I'm fine !” He repeated, glaring straight in the counselor's eyes, and he hated the fact he couldn't restrain this flash of vulnerability from crossing his gaze.It was clear from Eric's expression that he noticed it, and turning away to give the man his back, he chewed on his bottom lip furiously and tried to calm down. It was never easy for him to get his emotions under control and he was feeling like punching something.The only reason he wasn't beating this wall in front of him right now was because Eric was here, and he didn't want the man to see him in such state. He didn't like to lose it like that. He didn't like to be unable to control his urges of violence, but it was stronger than him and making his blood boil.      After a few seconds, he heard the bed squeak and followed Eric's movements with his ears. He heard the man step closer but then deviate towards the wall. It was clever, because Minwoo was on the verge of lashing out and the slightest stimulation would trigger him -be it from an enemy or not.“I read your therapist's report. Apparently he wants to keep you here.”Minwoo hated this fact as much as the first time he heard it, and the low growl rolling out of him certainly testify of it.“We'd a talk, and he's willing to reconsider his decision if you show some improvement.”Improvement ? What the hell was it even supposed to mean ? He almost laughed at the information, but instead he snickered and moved to the wall on his right against which he leaned with his arms crossed over his chest.Eric's gaze was unfaltering as he stared back in Minwoo's dangerous eyes, and the latter couldn't help this pang of admiration awaking in his stomach. He would certain never admit it out loud, but Eric had balls and knew (most of the time) what he was doing. Minwoo liked that, he liked this feeling of security he was giving him, but at the same time... he hated to feel so influenced by someone.Relaying on others to deal with himself meant allowing weaknesses, and being weak meant being screwed... which he always tried to avoid. He was screwed over enough like that.“What do you mean ?” He eventually asked, his voice rough and unforgiven.The side of Eric's lips almost curled up, but it was quickly put under control. Minwoo narrowed his eyes at the counselor for that and decided to let it slide just this once.“Well, he just wants to give a favorable report to the Warden, but for that, you have to convince him you're fit for genpop.”Minwoo scoffed, looked at the door then said, “Because he can't just write whatever he wants in his damn report ?” He looked back at Eric intensely. “Wouldn't be the first time bullshits are reported around.”Eric didn't seem that comfortable face to such reality but didn't comment on it, “I give you it's a certain form of hypocrisy, but the Warden doesn't have a good opinion of you and rather keep you in control here than send you back with the others.”Well, that was fresh news to him -somehow. He couldn't help snort at it before looking back through the door's window. A nurse was passing by and looked rather bored, and Minwoo could fucking understand him. This place was hell. It was maybe filled with crazy inmates, but they were all drugged to some extent and locked up in their rooms at the right moment. He hated how unhealthy this environment felt and hated the sensation it was leaving on his skin.Thinking back about the Warden, he couldn't blame the man actually. He had met him a few times already for ending in so many troubles, and despite looking like an asshole, he sincerely looked like someone who didn't like to be bothered. Minwoo could perfectly understand he didn't like a guy like him. Hell ! He had certainly caused more troubles in a few months than some inmates in their full sentence.He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be proud of it or not, but what was sure was he would have rather not encountered ninety percent of the troubles he was confronted to. It would have prevented him a lot of unpleasant memory and he wouldn't be in this damn place today.“What am I supposed to say ?” He asked after a spreading moment of reflection, and he swore he spotted a ghost of a smile on Eric's lips from the corner of his eyes.“Tell him why you attacked Luis.” Minwoo tensed up and already felt like keeping his mouth shut. “Tell him what triggered you.”“No.” He growled, glaring at the counselor.“Minwoo.” He sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “It's either that or you stay here.”Thinking about it, it was maybe better to just stay here instead of telling anything to the other bastard. There was the drugs though, and he didn't want to have to undergo any other dreams like the two previous nights. It was leaving him shaken and vulnerable, and he hated it more than being forced to open up to the other asshole.“I can't tell him anything. I can't talk to this guy.” He shot back, maybe too stressed in his liking.“Would it be better if it was me ?”“Huh ?”Eric smiled softly and stepped forward, “I can conduct the interview. It'll be recorded and your therapist will watch it afterward, but you won't have to face him anymore.”“I don't know.” He groaned back, hating how trapped he was feeling by this damn thing.He knew his only way to get out of here was to talk, but fuck ! He was never talkative and never liked to babble about emotions and other bullshits like that. His thing was to suck it up and move on, and he sincerely hated this fact he didn't have a choice right now. It was either that or spend more agonizing moments in this damn place drugged out of his mind.Put like this it was easy to choose, but it still got on his nerves someone was getting his way around with him and getting what he wanted from him. He never hated anything more than being controlled.“Fine.” He accepted eventually and was glad for Eric to hide his damn joy.It was hard enough like that for him, and when the man left the room to report such information to the therapist, Minwoo couldn't help feel like he had just made another great mistake. **       Awk-ward ! It was fucking awkward in the room and the camera pointed straight at him didn't help. The chair seemed more uncomfortable than ever, and shifting in different position he never found a good one. It annoyed him, but then, what was really annoying him was to be in this room with Eric to talk about his issues.He didn't want to, but he didn't have much of a choice and this night free from drug could almost be tagged as okay. He guessed it was all thanks to Eric, but at the right moment he couldn't help resent the man sitting across from him and reading through some papers on the table between them.“Well.” Eventually began the counselor, and Minwoo tensed up. “I need you to state your identity first,” He nodded towards the camera behind him. “For the record.”Minwoo glared at the lens but still did as told. Once he was done reciting his name and matricule, Eric began the questioning. It of course attacked directly on this night sending him in the psych ward, and even if unwillingly, Minwoo gave away all the wanted information.Eric listened as he told him he had a nightmare (another one) that another inmate had started taunting him which had triggered some kind of reaction. He omitted some stuffs, but still stated clearly that his sudden display of violence was due to an accumulation of stress, a particularly rough night and these issues he had with his anger. He was sure it was all the therapist wanted to hear, and he couldn't believe he felt more comfortable talking about all this with Eric instead of the other man.He decided to not ponder on the whys and just waited for the other round of questions.As expected (and feared) it targeted his nightmares and other unpleasant stuffs he had no will to talk about. Eric was stubborn though and eventually got him to open up slightly on the subject. He of course gave no details but accepted to talk about the effects it had on him.In the end, Eric presumed he would need something to deal with his stress and anxiety and promised he would certainly be out of the psych ward soon. He didn't believe the man much, but he still nodded before exiting the room and walking back to his room with the nurse.I'm not sure how to feel about this chap, but I hope you liked it. I don't want to stay any longer in this psych ward and need to move on xD Thank you for supporting this story ^^