"I told you why I brought you here," Amy says to Victor. "So that we could work out our differences!"
Victor scoffs. "What difference? I think you're doing quite well letting me get away with putting the rest of your little characters through hell, but the fact that you model a character after yourself in your novel, and not let me into her pants again after your first, is really low, my dear. If you want me to rape you, why don't you just ask? I'd be happy to put you through hell for one night...or several weeks."
Amy holds her hand up to Victor. "Stop it!" She shouts, leaning in to say something to him that neither I nor the rest of the characters or their author's can hear, but I can tell, by the way she glances around the room, that she's trying to keep him from sharing anymore with the group. Unfortunately, if they are going to heal like everyone else, I know that the time will come when I will have to get to know this homicidal man better.
However, my biggest concern at the moment is Mitch and Hunter, who appear to be fleeing my office without another word, and no one seems to be doing anything to stop them.
"Hey!" Amy shouts to the fleeing teenagers, "Hunter! Mitch! Don't go! I know what it's like to not be heard. I wish my stories got as much exposure as yours do! But I've had them up on this self-publishing site for months and no one has bought a single copy! How do you think I feel!"
Suddenly, she seems to draw their attention, as well as the attention of everyone else. I sigh softly, relieved, and at the same time, I can see where Victor gets his outspoken nature.
Victor scoffs. "How do you think both of us feel?" He meets Hunter's gaze. "Come on, buddy! Sit back down! Both you and..." He points to Mitch. "What's your name again, kid?"
"Right, Mitch." Uncrossing his legs, Victor pushes himself up to his feet once more, crossing towards the two teenagers, and setting a hand on each one of their shoulders. He turns to look at Hunter, "if you stay, trust me, you'll learn a hell of a lot from me. I could teach my ways, show you how to really raise some hell the next time Mitch, here, decides to put you into one of his stories. And I can be a great teacher."
"Victor!" Amy cries. "We're not here for this! I know you like to be a bad influence on everyone you meet, especially James, but can you just behave yourself and let Dr. Hart help us!"
"Shut up, my sweet!" Victor snaps, shooting a glare in her direction. "This doesn't concern you." He looks back at Hunter and Mitch. "You see what I have to deal with? Not very pleasant, is it? Look, I know what it's like to not be noticed by readers. Every goddamn story that that little bitch puts me in, she makes the readers hate me. She doesn't give me one good fucking redeemable quality."
"Yes I did! In--"
"I said SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Victor shouts at Amy. "Don't make me come over there."
"Victor, please!" I shout, "gentlemen, please! That's enough! Eveyone needs to calm down, have a seat, and let's get back to trying to work through these problems. Now all authors have trouble with exposure, Mitch. That's no reason for you to get angry, or to lash out. You have to give it time. You have to have faith that it will all work out. And you have to find numerous places to distribute your work. Hunter, none of this is your fault, but you need to talk to Mitch in a calm manner and try and find a common ground."
Victor rolls his eyes dramatically, looking back at Mitch and Hunter and sighing deeply. "Just sit down, and lets try and get through this therapy shit together. Trust me, you're not alone. None of us want to be here, but it's better than letting our piece of shit authors kill us off in their latest story, don't you think?" His brows arched expectantly. Wrapping his arm around Hunter's shoulders, despite his debates and fighting, he attempts to walk him over to the sofa to sit him down. "You're okay, kid. You know that? I wouldn't mind have a son like you some day. We could be a great pair together."
I smile softly to myself, watching Victor with Hunter for a few long seconds before looking back at Mitch. "Mitch, please, will you have a seat?"