" Yeah town is pretty close, ain't it?" Matt responded back as he placed his hands on his hips. He glared at Mickey. The gashes on the young man's face told a story. One which Matt could read like bold print on a page. There was a fine tuned sharpness in the young man's eyes. A tell tale sign that Matt stood in front of someone or something he needed to be extra cautious around. Matt had stood firmed in his stance. His eyes locked with Mickey's.<br/><br/>Even though Matt had been older then the young man. He too shared a sharpness in his own gaze. A gaze he had acquired through years of practice. To those who drove past the two men. This would of seemed like a random conversation between a  sheriff, and probably someone in need. Though to Matt and Mickey. This had been a test of will. Of Matt's will in particular. He allowed himself a brief moment of pause before he had spoke up once again. "Well if that be the case young man. I can only hope you have a good day, and arrive in town safely."<br/><br/>Mat nodded to Mickey. "Take care now." Matt turned his back on the young man, and headed back to his squad car. As he had opened the car door of his squad car. Matt turned his attention once more on Mickey. He had given the bloodied kid one last nod. Before he seated himself back inside into the driver's seat. As he started the squad car, and drove off down the road. He had to think about some of things that had occurred just today. There had been more to this story. Matt had known it.  This brief introduction to Mickey would not be his last, and Matt had been fine with that. As Matt would get on in his years, and looked back to his days of as a Sheriff in Eversprings. The day he met Mickey was one of those occasions that still makes him laugh.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span><br/><br/>"What time is it?" Asked Issac's patient as they laid seated in their chair. " It is almost 11pm." Issac responded as he noted something down on his tablet. "What did you just write?" The patient asked in an nervous manner. "Nothing to be concerned about. Just some random thoughts." Richard smiled. "Now tell me about your childhood." The patient, a somewhat attractive, 30 year old housewife. Trembled in her chair as she mustered some form of courage. "It all started when I was 10. No, 13." Isaac nodded, and continued to listen. "My father would.." She paused. Richard could tell she had been deeply traumatized by the event. "If you do not feel comfortable?" Issac asked as he sat in his own chair across from her.<br/><br/>"No, I want to continue." She responded back. "He started to come into my room, and..do things." Issac raised a brow, but had once again staid silent. "It was only small things, but they still felt wrong. It wouldn't get bad until I got older, and more developed. He forced himself on me several times in the day. It depended on how many beers he had consumed." Issac nodded, and asked in a soft tone. "Did you try to fight back, or call the police?" She glared at him. "He said he would kill me if I fought back, and if I ran to the police. No one would believe me. Because I was just some poor, white trash nobody." Issac frowned a bit, but had kept his composer. "When did it finally stop?" He inquired. She looked down, and picked at her skin. "When i was 18 I moved out, and went to live with some friends. I never went back home..I.. Couldn't.."<br/><br/>Issac sighed. "Well I think that is enough Mr's Blake." He stood up from his chair, and helped her from the one she was seated in. "You did very well today. I am proud of you." Mr's Blake smiled. "Thank you Dr. Richards." Issac smiled back. "Same time next week?" Mr's Blake nodded. "Yes. These sessions have been helping me a lot with my social anxiety." They both walked towards the door, and as Issac reached for the knob. He realized something he forgot. " Oh Mr's Blake. Awake." He said, and turned the knob of the door. There had been no change in Mr's Blake when Isaac ordered "Awake". In fact she had not even realized he had said anything after goodbye. It had just been a normal session with one  of his patience. One in which Blake had grown a custom too. Isaac walked over towards his desk, and seated himself down in his chair. For him. This had been just another sunny morning in the town of Eversprings.