"Can I go home yet?" Eli scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He looked at the woman in front of him. Her auburn hair was cut at the end of her chin. She had a shouldered shirt on, with a long black skirt that stopped right at the bottom of her knees. The woman's eyes were uplifting, but her expression showed that what she has to deal with right now, isn't something very common.
"Oh, Elijah," she began, but he stopped her.
"It's Eli, don't place the rest."
"Okay, then. Eli, you cannot go home. This is for your health. Now, why don't you tell me what's on your mind," she smiled.
Eli looked at the woman, but quickly looked back down. "She's on my mind. Her face, smile, voice. I love her. I don't want to give her up. Her comforting ways, love." He paused. " I don't know where I would be without her." He stopped. "If she really loved me, why would she send me here? Why wouldn't she trust me?"
The woman tilted her head. She sighed. "That's not it. There is something else," she waited, "what else is bothering you?
He stared at her. He had such an evil glare, it was absolutely penetrating. "I'm scared. Scared that she doesn't love me. She doesn't love me because of Julia."
The therapist knew about Julia, from earlier visits. Eli's mom and she were good friends a few years back. "Eli, Julia isn't a reason to hold back. You have to let go of her. She's in your heart."
Eli allowed two tears to roll down his cheeks. "I don't want to forget her."
There was a long pause. "I am sorry, Eli."
Eli looked back at her, "They all say that."
The therapist began to speak, "Well, that is all the time for today. Eli, you did well today. Tomorrow we will talk more."
"Goodnight," he replied.
Eli walked home in a huff; he couldn't stop thinking about what the woman had asked him. Who? Why do you still love her? Open up? He rolled his eyes as he entered his house.
"Eli! How was therapy?" CeCe smiled as she pulled him into a hug.
"Fine, just fine," he replied.
"So, are you feeling any better?" Bullfrog asked.'
"Um, yeah, but I think I'm going to go get some rest for now," Eli sighed.
"Okay, well, goodnight, Honey," CeCe beamed.
Eli made his way to his room, but he stayed at the top of the steps. Usually he likes to listen to what his parents have to say about him.
"Honey, he's not talking anymore," CeCe's voice whimpered.
"I know," Bullfrog replied.
"Well, what are we going to do about it, we can't just go on not caring!" she cried.
"Yeah? Well, I don't know what to do!" Bullfrog yelled.
"Well, the therapy," CeCe waited, "Maybe he needs more appointments."
"I don't know what to do with this kid anymore," Bullfrog sighed.
Eli's heart sank to his chest he couldn't bear to hear his parents like this. He headed into his room. He was so angered. He didn't know what to do. He thought about it all night.
Disappointment? Is that what they are now? Maybe I should leave… or runaway. Eventually, though those thoughts haunted his not-so-innocent soul, he eventually drifted off to bed.
The next morning, Eli ate his breakfast and headed to therapy. He awoke before his parents, so he could avoid talking to them.
When he entered the office, he sat down and closed his eyes.
"Mr. Goldsworthy, good morning!" The therapist entered.
"Good morning," he greeted.
"So, are you ready to talk? Or do you just want to wait a little bit?" she asked.
"No, I am ready," Eli sighed.
"Please, proceed."