No.53

POV Drake.

I enter the doctor's office with a grim expression on my face, and he looks at me worriedly. I answer nothing and close the door behind me.

"It seems you've had a very bad week, Mr Lancaster. "

"Can't you tell? "

He answers nothing and walks over to the drawer where he took the chessboard last time. He walks over to the small table and places it on it.

"You promised me we'd finish our game, you. Do you remember that? "

I have to bite my tongue twice to keep from telling him to go fuck himself. Do I really look like I want to play? I'm worried sick about Lisa, she's rejecting my calls. I'm paralyzed on this armchair, unable to do anything, I want to get up and run to her. But I can't. Because of me. Only because of myself.

"I really don't feel like playing doctor. My head's not in it at the moment. "

"Then what's on your mind? "

The words want to break through the barrier of my lips, but again I hold back from speaking. It's just too hard. And I know that because of t