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gotten into this hellhole. Everything seemed to be in Constantine‘s favor because Dr. Costas made the mistake of not running tests in his brain. He assumed nothing had changed when it came to the way his brain looked, but he asked him a few questions to see how Constantine‘s mind was functioning, and Constantine pretended to be sane all throughout, telling Dr. Costas what he and every psychiatrist wanted to hear. He seemed to be in touch with reality, so the doctors agreed to let him go. Constantine didn‘t have to go through the hassle of planning and executing an escape and risk having to come back here, perhaps to a maximum-security wing, as this was medium security.
When Constantine arrived home, for the first time ever, Starr wasn‘t there waiting for him. He found this rather strange. Dr. Costas must‘ve told her all sorts of things about him to push her away from him. He thought about it for a few minutes and realized that it was better for Starr not to be here right now because that way, he could contact his buddies and plan his revenge without Starr ever hearing anything about it, so that he could continue to manipulate her. He planned to kill her once that she, according to him, had no use for him. He was so out of it he had no idea what a colossal mistake he was making. There would be no other woman to love him just the way he was, like Starr did. Scarlet, Starr‘s mother was glad to finally have her daughter in her arms, and she thought that Starr had broken free from Constantine‘s grip and after all the things that Dr. Costas told her about him, she‘d finally come to her senses and understood that he wasn‘t the man for her, that she needed to move on. Scarlet couldn‘t be more wrong. Now that Constantine was discovering things that he didn‘t know about himself before, every hour that passed by, it would be a lot easier for him to keep her eating in the palm of his hand. Constantine called his buddy, Dustin. All of Constantine‘s friends knew too well about his obsession with Kay because he wouldn‘t stop talking about her. They understood that Constantine had serious issues, so they didn‘t mind listening to him, consoling him. After all, if they shut Constantine out, who else in this world could Constantine talk to, about anything? Almost no one that he knew wanted anything to do with him. Very few people were aware that what was happening to Constantine wasn‘t his fault. He wasn‘t this way just because. He‘d been abused as a child, and hence the brain damage and the mental illness that he suffered. He was the first of 200 Emadorians that dwelled this earth whose wounds had never healed, precisely because he didn‘t know that he could make his body heal itself from any ailment, all on his own, without any genetic enhancement.
“I called you several times last night and today, man,” Dustin said. “Where the hell were
you?”
“I was at a psychiatric hospital.”
“What?” Dustin never imagined that someone had the guts to at least try to get Constantine the help he needed. “What the hell were you doing at a loony bin? You ain‘t crazy!” He was just telling Constantine what he wanted to hear because Constantine was in denial about his condition.
“Yes, I know.”
“Who called the police on you and have you Baker-Acted, and most importantly why?” “All I remember was that I was talking to Robinson and Carlos.” “You mean Robinson Bennett, your woman‘s husband?”
“I loved you calling her my woman. Yes, it was Robinson Bennett, and my eternal nemesis, Carlos. I was talking to them, like I just said, at this abandoned hospital about three miles from here, and the next thing I knew, I blacked out. I don‘t remember anything that