Paranoia Part 2

By Joseph Logsdon

After learning that his wife was sexually involved with his only child, Fred visited his psychiatrist. No matter how hard he tried, Fred couldn't get them out of his head. His wife was laughing at him, and because of that, life seemed almost unbearable. Despite his morality, Fred wanted to kill her.

"She's laughing at me," Fred gasped.

"Who's laughing at you?"

"Marsha, of course," Fred replied.

"Why would she do that?"

"Yesterday, when I came home from work, I found them," he whimpered.

"What do you mean?"

"She was fucking him," Fred whimpered.


"Rick," Fred whimpered.

"You mean, your son?"

"They laughed at me," Fred stated.

"Wow, I never thought it would come to this," the psychiatrist stated.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're more delusional than I realized," the psychiatrist stated.

"Believe me, I know what I saw," Fred exclaimed.

"If you ask me, it sounds too fantastic," the psychiatrist laughed.

"This isn't a joke," Fred stated.

"Mr. Norton, do you want my advice?"

"If I didn't want it, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"Listen, just because you suspect your wife of something, doesn't mean that she is having an affair with another man. You claim that you saw them together, but somehow, I highly doubt that. Your mind, believe it or not, is working against you. You see, even when they're at their very best, paranoid people often see things that aren't there."

"I saw them," Fred stated.

"Only in your mind, I'm afraid."

"Don't fuck around with me!"

"Mr. Norton, I'm only trying to help," the psychiatrist stated.

"Ever since I walked in here, you've been blaming me for everything! You're not a psychiatrist, you're a fucking sadist!"

"You've gone too far," the psychiatrist replied.

"I should've seen it sooner," Fred stated.

"Calm down, don't get excited," the psychiatrist stated.

"I'm sick of your bullshit," Fred stated as he left the room.

That night, Fred visited his wife. Having no time for games, Fred barged into the bedroom. Before he could do anymore, Marsha grabbed his rough shoulder. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen.

"So, did you have a good day?"

"Marsha, we need to talk," Fred stated.

"Well, whatever it is, make it quick," she replied.

"I want a divorce," Fred stated.

"Honey, are you serious?"

"I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life," Fred stated.

"What have I done?"

"Stop acting so innocent," Fred stated.

"Have I offended you?"

"You've been sleeping with our only child," Fred stated.

"What are you talking about?"

"Marsha, don't try to make things worse," Fred implored.

Before another word could be spoken, Rick walked into the room.

"Dad, are we going to the game?"

"Stay out of this," Fred exclaimed.

"Stay out of what?"

"We're getting divorced," Fred stated.

"Why?" Rick asked.

"Because, obviously, you two love each other," Fred stated.

"Fred, you're not making any sense," Marsha stated.

"Why are you denying it?"

"Denying what, exactly?"

"You've been fucking each other," Fred exclaimed.

"Honey, where is this idea coming from?"

"I saw you," Fred stated.

"Dad, you need to relax," Rick stated.

Having lost all self-control, Fred grabbed Rick by the throat. Rick tried to fight, but he was too weak. Horrified and out of breath, Marsha attempted to grab her phone, but, before she could reach it, Fred grabbed her soft hair.

"Don't even think about it," Fred stated.

"Honey, you need help!"

"You're the one committing incest, not me," he replied.

"I would never do that," Marsha replied.

"I saw you," Fred stated.

"Whatever you saw, it wasn't real," she stated.

"Why should I believe you?"

"You're sick," she whimpered.

"I know what I saw," he stated.

"No matter how many times you say it, you can't make it real," she gasped.

"That's it, I'm done playing games," Fred exclaimed as he released Marsha.

"Let us help you," Marsha stated.

Fred left the room, leaving his wife and son behind. Despite what he had heard, Fred refused to believe that he was sick. One way or another, he would prove them wrong.