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Marriage Counselling Services, reception, 7:40am
Lori: *looks around* Nice place.
Scott: *reading magazine* Yeah.
Lori: You think she's going to try and get our deepest, darkest secrets?
Scott: Is that what's screwing up our marriage?
Lori: No. You are. *smiles* But still, you know how therapists are. They always want to find something wrong.
Scott: *flips page*
Lori: *looks at watch* Weren't you supposed to be at work today?
Scott: Yeah. Told Bob I was getting therapy. *lifts head* For some reason, I heard a lot of cheering in the background. *looks at Lori* I think he accidentally had it on speakerphone.
Lori: *places hand on Scott's arm*
Woman: *walks over, smiles* You're Scott and Lori Finch?
Scott: *lifts head* Yeah, *stands, extends hand*
Woman: *grabs Scott's hand* I'm Mandy. *looks at Lori* I'll be with you throughout your journey.
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *rolls eyes*
Office
Mandy: Okay, we have as much time as you need today so why don't we start with Lori. I'd like to know a little bit about you.
Lori: *nods*
Mandy: And then we'll move onto Scott.
Scott: What exactly do you want to know?
Mandy: We can start with how you met and the circumstances surrounding it.
Scott: *frowns*
Lori: *looks at Scott* You're talking.
Scott: *leans back in chair*
Lori: *looks at Mandy* I'll start.
9:30am
Mandy: *nods, writing*
1:25pm
Mandy: *staring at notes*
Scott: And that's about it.
Mandy: *lifts eyes*
Lori: *staring at Scott*
Mandy: *looks down at notes, scratches head* ...I'm not sure where to start. Lori's trauma or Scott's trauma. I don't know which one is more horrific.
Scott: Have fun.
Mandy: *looks at Scott* I think I'll start with you.
Scott: Ladies first.
Mandy: Judging by the look on Lori's face, you haven't shared these...events with her. At least not completely.
Scott: No time like the present I guess.
Mandy: What I'm concerned with is the way you described it. Very objectively.
Scott: So? You wanted to know what happened so I told you.
Mandy: Yes but it seems you've removed yourself from it all. Lori used 'I's and 'me's...when you spoke, it sounded like I was reading a newspaper.
Scott: How is this relevant to my marriage?
Mandy: Oh I think it's very relevant. Scott, if it's alright with you, I'd like to also work privately with you.
Scott: It's not alright.
Mandy: *stares at Scott*
Lori: She's trying to help, Scott. Why are you acting like this? *looks at Mandy* He's really a very sweet person. Easy to get along with.
Mandy: *nods*
Scott: *crosses arms*
Mandy: Scott, how would you feel about watching a video?
Scott: Irritated.
Mandy: Super. I'll get the video.
Scott: *blinks*
30 minutes later
Scott: *staring at screen*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Mandy: *turns up volume*
Scott: *eye twitches*
Lori: *grabs Scott's hand*
Scott: *rips hand away*
Mandy: *writes in note pad*
Scott: *stands, shoves television over*
Television smashes into floor; glass shatters
Scott: *turns on lights* We are done.
Mandy: *stands* Scott, this is necessary.
Scott: Necessary. Do you show victims of violent crimes a video of their family being shot to death in their homes? Do you gather security footage of someone's rape?
Mandy: *tilts head* Is that how you feel.
Lori: *lifts hand* Oh we haven't even discussed Texas, yet.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Mandy: Scott, sit down.
Scott: Go to hell. *walks out, slams door*
Mandy: *sigh*
Lori: I swear, he really is a very sweet, gentle man.
Mandy: Tell that to my television.
Parkinglot
Scott: *opens truck door*
Lori: *walks over* What the hell was that?
Scott: I don't need help, Lori.
Lori: Oh really.
Scott: *turns around* This is supposed to focus on the both of us, not just me.
Lori: But don't you see why we're having such a problem? As soon as you don't want to discuss something, you close up or get angry.
Scott: That's because something that happened forever ago has zero bearing on our marriage! Why can't everyone just move the hell on!
Lori: You might not understand how it'll help and I'm not saying I completely understand her methods either but open your mind for a little while and see where it goes. That's all I'm asking.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Do you want to save our marriage or not?
Scott: I do.
Lori: Then go back in there and apologize for breaking her television.
Scott: *nods, walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
Inside truck, parkinglot, 3pm
Lori: *pushes buttons*
Radio stations change
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: *opens door, sits in truck*
Lori: *looks at Scott* What took so long?
Scott: We got to talking.
Lori: *smiles* Great. So we're going to go back?
Scott: I guess. *looks at Lori* I'm sorry for losing my temper.
Lori: *smiling* Let's go get the kids.
Biscayne Park, house, 3:20pm
Tom: Dominick! Stop torturing the baby!
Dominick: *pushes Tayla over*
Tayla: *crying*
Tom: *walks over, grabs Dominick by the collar*
Dominick: *kicks feet*
Tom: *tosses Dominick onto couch*
Dominick: *frowns* She has a toy.
Tom: And it doesn't belong to you so knock it off. *walks away*
Dominick: *climbs off couch, pushes Tayla*
Tayla: *screeches*
Tom: DOMINICK FINCH!
Dominick: *climbs back onto couch*
Tom: *walks over, smacks Dominick in the back of the head* Enough.
Dominick: *starts to cry*
Tayla: *looks at Dominick* ...*starts to cry*
Tom: *rolls eyes* Brother. *picks up Tayla*
Tayla: *points to Dominick, crying*
Tom: *walks away*
Dominick: *sniffs, frowns*
TBC.................................
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Marriage Counselling Services, reception, 7:40am
Lori: *looks around* Nice place.
Scott: *reading magazine* Yeah.
Lori: You think she's going to try and get our deepest, darkest secrets?
Scott: Is that what's screwing up our marriage?
Lori: No. You are. *smiles* But still, you know how therapists are. They always want to find something wrong.
Scott: *flips page*
Lori: *looks at watch* Weren't you supposed to be at work today?
Scott: Yeah. Told Bob I was getting therapy. *lifts head* For some reason, I heard a lot of cheering in the background. *looks at Lori* I think he accidentally had it on speakerphone.
Lori: *places hand on Scott's arm*
Woman: *walks over, smiles* You're Scott and Lori Finch?
Scott: *lifts head* Yeah, *stands, extends hand*
Woman: *grabs Scott's hand* I'm Mandy. *looks at Lori* I'll be with you throughout your journey.
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *rolls eyes*
Office
Mandy: Okay, we have as much time as you need today so why don't we start with Lori. I'd like to know a little bit about you.
Lori: *nods*
Mandy: And then we'll move onto Scott.
Scott: What exactly do you want to know?
Mandy: We can start with how you met and the circumstances surrounding it.
Scott: *frowns*
Lori: *looks at Scott* You're talking.
Scott: *leans back in chair*
Lori: *looks at Mandy* I'll start.
9:30am
Mandy: *nods, writing*
1:25pm
Mandy: *staring at notes*
Scott: And that's about it.
Mandy: *lifts eyes*
Lori: *staring at Scott*
Mandy: *looks down at notes, scratches head* ...I'm not sure where to start. Lori's trauma or Scott's trauma. I don't know which one is more horrific.
Scott: Have fun.
Mandy: *looks at Scott* I think I'll start with you.
Scott: Ladies first.
Mandy: Judging by the look on Lori's face, you haven't shared these...events with her. At least not completely.
Scott: No time like the present I guess.
Mandy: What I'm concerned with is the way you described it. Very objectively.
Scott: So? You wanted to know what happened so I told you.
Mandy: Yes but it seems you've removed yourself from it all. Lori used 'I's and 'me's...when you spoke, it sounded like I was reading a newspaper.
Scott: How is this relevant to my marriage?
Mandy: Oh I think it's very relevant. Scott, if it's alright with you, I'd like to also work privately with you.
Scott: It's not alright.
Mandy: *stares at Scott*
Lori: She's trying to help, Scott. Why are you acting like this? *looks at Mandy* He's really a very sweet person. Easy to get along with.
Mandy: *nods*
Scott: *crosses arms*
Mandy: Scott, how would you feel about watching a video?
Scott: Irritated.
Mandy: Super. I'll get the video.
Scott: *blinks*
30 minutes later
Scott: *staring at screen*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Mandy: *turns up volume*
Scott: *eye twitches*
Lori: *grabs Scott's hand*
Scott: *rips hand away*
Mandy: *writes in note pad*
Scott: *stands, shoves television over*
Television smashes into floor; glass shatters
Scott: *turns on lights* We are done.
Mandy: *stands* Scott, this is necessary.
Scott: Necessary. Do you show victims of violent crimes a video of their family being shot to death in their homes? Do you gather security footage of someone's rape?
Mandy: *tilts head* Is that how you feel.
Lori: *lifts hand* Oh we haven't even discussed Texas, yet.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Mandy: Scott, sit down.
Scott: Go to hell. *walks out, slams door*
Mandy: *sigh*
Lori: I swear, he really is a very sweet, gentle man.
Mandy: Tell that to my television.
Parkinglot
Scott: *opens truck door*
Lori: *walks over* What the hell was that?
Scott: I don't need help, Lori.
Lori: Oh really.
Scott: *turns around* This is supposed to focus on the both of us, not just me.
Lori: But don't you see why we're having such a problem? As soon as you don't want to discuss something, you close up or get angry.
Scott: That's because something that happened forever ago has zero bearing on our marriage! Why can't everyone just move the hell on!
Lori: You might not understand how it'll help and I'm not saying I completely understand her methods either but open your mind for a little while and see where it goes. That's all I'm asking.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: Do you want to save our marriage or not?
Scott: I do.
Lori: Then go back in there and apologize for breaking her television.
Scott: *nods, walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
Inside truck, parkinglot, 3pm
Lori: *pushes buttons*
Radio stations change
Lori: *sigh*
Scott: *opens door, sits in truck*
Lori: *looks at Scott* What took so long?
Scott: We got to talking.
Lori: *smiles* Great. So we're going to go back?
Scott: I guess. *looks at Lori* I'm sorry for losing my temper.
Lori: *smiling* Let's go get the kids.
Biscayne Park, house, 3:20pm
Tom: Dominick! Stop torturing the baby!
Dominick: *pushes Tayla over*
Tayla: *crying*
Tom: *walks over, grabs Dominick by the collar*
Dominick: *kicks feet*
Tom: *tosses Dominick onto couch*
Dominick: *frowns* She has a toy.
Tom: And it doesn't belong to you so knock it off. *walks away*
Dominick: *climbs off couch, pushes Tayla*
Tayla: *screeches*
Tom: DOMINICK FINCH!
Dominick: *climbs back onto couch*
Tom: *walks over, smacks Dominick in the back of the head* Enough.
Dominick: *starts to cry*
Tayla: *looks at Dominick* ...*starts to cry*
Tom: *rolls eyes* Brother. *picks up Tayla*
Tayla: *points to Dominick, crying*
Tom: *walks away*
Dominick: *sniffs, frowns*
TBC.................................