“Let’s start with this one”
Rob slid the sketchbook towards Deb. It showed a black and white likeness of Dale’s face.
“What about it? It’s just a face” Deb shrugged, pretending to be untouchable, yet consciously avoiding to look at the drawing.
“You drew it black and white, the eyes completely black. Why is that?” Rob persisted.
“I don’t know” Deb shrugged, again. “I thought it was cool”
Rob pulled the book back, and browsed through it again.
“How about this one?” Rob showed her a drawing of a penis, cut off, in a puddle of what was probably blood. “Did te think this was cool?”
Deb shook her head, and stood. “I know what you’re doing” she said, accusatory. “You’re trying to provoke me, into spilling my guts”
“I’m just trying to help” Rob replied calm. “Please, sit down, Debra”
“Help me? How are te going to help me?” Deb exclaimed, desperate. “You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
Now, Rob stood as well.
“You’re right. I don’t know what you’ve been through. What I do know is that te need to get out of your sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza cocoon, and open up to me, because, right now, I’m the only one who wants to help you. Accept my help, and te will be out of here, in a couple of years, with a clean slate. Refuse it, and te better adjust to this place, because you’re not leaving it anymore. What I’m trying to say, is that you’re short of options, so, what’s it going to be?”
Deb sank down again, and pulled the book towards her.
Rob slid the sketchbook towards Deb. It showed a black and white likeness of Dale’s face.
“What about it? It’s just a face” Deb shrugged, pretending to be untouchable, yet consciously avoiding to look at the drawing.
“You drew it black and white, the eyes completely black. Why is that?” Rob persisted.
“I don’t know” Deb shrugged, again. “I thought it was cool”
Rob pulled the book back, and browsed through it again.
“How about this one?” Rob showed her a drawing of a penis, cut off, in a puddle of what was probably blood. “Did te think this was cool?”
Deb shook her head, and stood. “I know what you’re doing” she said, accusatory. “You’re trying to provoke me, into spilling my guts”
“I’m just trying to help” Rob replied calm. “Please, sit down, Debra”
“Help me? How are te going to help me?” Deb exclaimed, desperate. “You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
Now, Rob stood as well.
“You’re right. I don’t know what you’ve been through. What I do know is that te need to get out of your sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza cocoon, and open up to me, because, right now, I’m the only one who wants to help you. Accept my help, and te will be out of here, in a couple of years, with a clean slate. Refuse it, and te better adjust to this place, because you’re not leaving it anymore. What I’m trying to say, is that you’re short of options, so, what’s it going to be?”
Deb sank down again, and pulled the book towards her.