Goldfish on the Mountain Chapter 38

Chapter 38

The next day George got to the hospital as quickly as he could. He was eager to do his part in helping bring some sort of comfort to the woman his heart ached for. He hoped his brother would wait for him to begin the next phase of the plan. Drake had assured George that would be the case.

He got out of the cab and walked up to the front gate. The security guards buzzed him in and he was greeted by the doctor.

“Good morning, Mr. Thompson I am glad to see you are looking well today. Last time I saw you I got the impression you were a bit distraught.” the doctor said.

“Yes, well as I stated I was recovering from a bender. I am clean and sober today. My desire is to do whatever I can to assist you in helping my friend get better.”

As they walked towards the doctor’s office she stopped in her tracks and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr. Thompson, again I say this with all due respect. Ashley Taylor is not likely to recover anytime soon.” she said. “There is a very real chance the trauma she experienced, the damage to her psyche is too much. Please do not get your hopes up. Our goal here today is not to expect a miracle. What we’re doing is taking it one puzzle at a time. Do you understand what I am telling you?”

“Yes, of course,” he replied. “I am hopeful I can help in any way. I don’t have any expectations beyond that.”

“Good. As long as we are clear,” the doctor said.

She led him into her office. She closed the door and sat at her desk.

“Please, have a seat,” the doctor said.

George sat at the chair. The doctor opened a desk drawer and pulled out a file. She handed him a piece of paper from the file.

“Does this make any sense to you?” the doctor said, handing him the drawing Ashley had made the day before.

As George sat there starring at the words

“Molly Goldfish must Die!” he began to drift into his own memories.

He imagined what Ashley must have been feeling as she learned he lied to her about breaking his date. Even though he tried to smooth things over he knew Ashley had seen her put her arm around him.

He told Ashley the two only went on rides together. He never told her the night ended with a kiss. Sitting here holding that piece of paper with those hurtful words scribbled on it, in light of the events of her killing her husband George wanted to tell the doctor everything.

Even though he knew it was wrong to take a life, deep down he felt in this case not only was it justified, it was necessary. He brushed that thought aside. His conscious had never even offered the possibility of him turning his deranged brother into the police. Sitting there in that chair he contemplated bringing it all to the doctors attention. What happened next, however, sealed his fate.

“Molly Goldfish is a pet. I won it for her at the fair the night we broke up. It doesn’t mean anything. I wouldn’t fixate on it.” George said.

“Are you sure Mr. Thompson? This seems like a pretty significant thing for a patient who has in fact taken a life to write wouldn’t you say?”

“I don’t know, you’re the doctor not me.” George snapped.

“Mr. Thompson please refrain from being curt.” she said. “That is not necessary. I merely believed you might have some insight considering she never mentioned that name before the day you showed up. How do you explain that? the doctor asked.

“You said it yourself.” George said. “She must have heard my name when I introduced myself to you and it brought back memories she was repressing. We broke up that night. She accused me of cheating on her with another girl, someone from out of town. She started dating the man she married, the man she killed, and I barely saw her since and haven’t spoken to her after high school.”

He handed her the pad.

“Doctor, if I could see her I might be able to calm her down.” he said. “Maybe I could ask her what it means. Would you allow that? You said yourself she began speaking only after I visited the last time. Maybe it triggered something. Please, let me see her.”

The doctor picked up a phone and whispered into the mouthpiece with her hand covering it. A few seconds went by and she nodded at him.

“Alright, Mr. Thompson. I will give you a ten minute visitation with the patient. Please be advised one sign of trouble and our security will have you removed and banished from this facility. Do I make myself clear, banished for life. No revocation,” the doctor said.

“Trust me, the last thing I want to do is cause that poor woman any more pain.” George said.

The door opened slowly. George was seated at a table. It was a small room. There was a window looking into it. The walls were completely white. There was no other furniture. Nothing a person could conceivably use as a weapon. The door opened and his heart stopped. The guards sat her down, in shackles, at the other end of the table.

He gazed upon the woman he had longed to love for so long. So many years lost, wasted spent trying to get along with a woman that wasn’t her.

“Hello Ashley. I am not sure if you remember me. My name is George, Thompson. We used to know each other many years ago. How are you doing today?”

She didn’t say word. She didn’t even look at him. He knew he only had ten minutes. He didn’t want to upset her but he had to make sure she was okay.

“Ashley. I know you probably can’t hear me.” George said. “You might not even remember me. I can’t even begin to imagine what you must be going through. I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart. I truly am sorry about the way things turned out. I never stopped loving you.”

He waited for a few moments hoping it would sink in. He looked her right in the eyes.

“Ashley, if you can hear me, I love you. I have always loved you.” he whispered. “I have been in torment every day of my life since Molly replaced you. She was nothing compared to you.Please understand I didn’t want things to work out the way they did. I hope you can forgive me. I won’t ask you to forgive Molly. She can’t hurt you anymore. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I want you to know I will never stop loving you. My heart breaks seeing you like this. It kills my soul to know I may have had a hand in putting you on this path.

George looked deep into Ashley’s lifeless eyes. He continued.

“I only wish I could go back in time and tell Molly I had other plans that night,” he said. “I wish I could go back in time and give you the goldfish I won. I won it for you. It was always for you. Molly never meant anything to me. I told the doctor she didn’t mean anything to you either. She never meant to hurt you. Neither did I.”

He looked down at the table for a moment. The dead in her eyes was creeping him out. Seeing her like this was tormenting him like nothing ever had done before.

He nodded towards the security guards. The door opened. He stood up to walk away. He stopped, placed his hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Molly Goldfish will never hurt you again. I love you Ashley. I wish you well,” he kissed her on the cheek and was immediately grabbed by the guards.

They dragged him out of the room and threw him out onto the streets. The doctor walked up to George.

“Mr. Thompson I gave you explicit instructions not to disturb the peace of my patient. Instead you make an inappropriate pass at her and make unwanted physical contact. You are hereby banished from this facility for life sir. Now be gone before I call the police,” the doctor said in a stern voice.

“Hey doctor!,” George yelled, “Don’t worry about Molly, it’s nothing okay. Goodbye. Just tell Ashley I said goodbye.”

The doctor didn’t even respond she was already heading into the facility. With the doors closed behind her George knew it was done. He was going to join his serial killer brother put an end to the misery Molly Goldfish brought upon the world.

He got back into his cab and drove back to his motel. Once inside George began packing his things. He knew the next phase of the plan was going to be the end of the road. The two of them were going to murder Molly Thompson aka. Molly Goldfish once and for all.

George walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror one last time as he brushed his teeth. He wanted to be at his best before he took the life of the woman he grew to hate. The woman he now blamed not only for his own suffering, but the tragedy that had befallen the one person he truly ever loved. As he looked into the eyes of a man about to end another person’s life he no longer saw George Thompson staring back.

George gathered his belongings and rode the cab up to the cabin where he was supposed to meet Drake.

“Brother, it is so good to see you. Did you find what you were looking for?” Drake asked.

“Yes indeed. I am completely willing to do my part in ensuring this bitch is dealt with appropriately. She deserves to die in the worst way and I intend to assist you in making that happen.” George said.

“Good, brother. Because the next phase is going to be the hardest. You will be tempted to waiver. But if you stick to the plan your pain will be over soon. Molly will get what is coming to her and Ashley will have peace of mind knowing we settled her debt to society.” Drake said.

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