Okay! Okay! Before any of you start to kill me, hear me out! I was really freaking stuck on this chapter. I didn't know what to do and I was starting to procrastinate because I didn't know what to do. So, I apologize in advance if it sucks but I really tried! I even put in a few new characters. Hopefully, you enjoy it! Also if you have forgotten, I do not own The Incredibles or any of the characters from the movie! I only own my OC's.
Oh, and I almost forgot! Stay tuned for the end of the chapter because I have a big question and I need feedback for it!
Okay, I think you've waited long enough. Enjoy!
Chapter Seven - An American Trilogy
Before I even knew it the week was up and I was on a private jet to Metroville. "We're heading to your new home," O'Hara told me as she sat down next to me. "It's a nice two story house away from the city, that way you can sleep without all the city noises." I knew she was trying to tell me all the good stuff before she got to the restrictions. "You can just tell me all the bad now O'Hara." She sighed and nodded her head. "Very well. You have to wear a monitor at all times that way we can detect you wherever you go. You should be happy about this because I had to fight them about not installing cameras in every single room." I nodded my head. O'Hara did take care of me. "In fact, I had to fight them about not having security inside and outside your house as well. Which reminds me, you will have a housekeeper and a butler with you." I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to be my caretaker?" "Hilarious." I lightly chuckled. She pulled out a small box and opened it up. Inside was a small clear chip that appeared to be in a latex type of material no bigger than the tip of my pinky. She picked it up and placed a hand on the back of my neck. "Lean forward a bit and stay still." I did as she asked and she placed it behind my ear. "This is your monitor." She said as she let go. "It's waterproof so you don't have to worry much about it. But do us both a favor and don't try to take it off."
-Later on-
O'hara and I were both sitting in a limousine patiently waiting for our final stop to my new prison. I watched through the window of how close I was to home. As O'Hara said I was away from the city. "Since we're almost there, there is one last thing I do need to mention." She said it as if it was another requirement. "What is it, O'Hara?" I asked as I turned to look at her. "This is completely mandatory and I must admit I'm fully on board with this decision." I nodded my head for her to go on. "You'll be meeting with a therapist twice a week." I raised my eyebrow at her. "But I no longer feel any pain in my-not a physical therapist Buddy." She interrupted. I looked at her in disbelief with my jaw dropped open. "You have got to be joking. O'Hara I don't need to go to therapy." She crossed her arms. "You're absolutely right, you don't need to go to therapy." She finished with an eyebrow raised. "Good, I'm glad that we see eye to eye-the therapist will go see you." I scoffed and shook my head. "I don't care how ridiculous you think this is, you need this more than you think. She's an excellent therapist who works specifically for supers." I leaned back in my seat and spread out my legs more while resting my elbow on the limo handle and placing my hand onto my temple. "I don't know if you are aware of this, O'Hara, but I am not a super. Never have been and never will be." She sighed and combed back her hair in frustration. "You know what I mean, Buddy! Please stop being so difficult. This is for your own benefit and we both know that you need this." Deep down I knew she was right, but because I didn't like the idea of it I disagreed with her. "How long is this going to last?" I asked giving up on fighting her. "That will be determined on how well your progression is. But, in my own opinion, I would probably say about a year." I groaned aloud while rolling my eyes. The vehicle then came to a stop. "We're here," O'Hara said with a small smile on her face.
-Exactly Four Hours Later-
I had been trying to avoid my appointment with "my psychiatrist", but it seemed to be unavoidable. O'Hara had been on my ass since the moment I stepped foot into my new house. I had drawn out the home tour, I had drawn out the meeting of my housekeeper and butler, I had even drawn out the conversation with one of my security guards. Yet, somehow here I am sitting in a chair staring at my "therapist" wondering who exactly is paying her to be here. She had long brown hair that was braided, round glasses, pale skin, and a long gray dress on with some white flats on. She was scribbling something down on her pad while she occasionally looking up at me. I strummed my fingers on the arm of the chair I was sitting in as my nerves started to get to me. I had been sitting in this chair for about ten minutes without her saying anything to me. I cleared my throat loudly to get her attention, but she ignored me and continued to scribble down whatever she was writing. I sighed and crossed my arms as I leaned back into my seat. She smiled and stood up suddenly from her seat. She placed her pencil behind her ear ripped off the piece of paper dramatically and tossed it into the air. I stared at her confused as she grabbed it and walked towards me and handed it to me. "Here you go." She then skipped back to her seat and crossed her legs on the chair while smiling at me.
I looked down at the paper still confused and saw what exactly she wrote down. She had drawn a picture of what looked like a flower and a list of books I should read. I looked up at her still so confused and then she spoke again. "My name is Holly. Do you like the list? I had to really think about what you might like and hopefully, you'll read them all someday." She had written down five books; The Hobbit, The Law of Love and The Law of Violence, Frankenstein, An American Tragedy, and The Great Gatsby. "What's with the flower?" I asked still confused. "You don't recognize it?" I shook my head. "It's your birth flower. Were you born in December?" She asked me. "Yeah," I answered. "Why did you draw a flower and give me a list of books?" I asked as I placed the sheet of paper down onto the small table in between us. "It's tradition that I try to guess my clients birth flowers and give them a list of things. Since you're a very smart man I decided to give you a list of books to read." She said as she smiled and pushed her glasses up more. "You're telling me you guessed my birth month? Didn't they give you my profile sheets, paperwork, all that other stuff?" She shook her head. "I'd rather find out for myself. I just know that your name is Buddy, and I know that you need a friend." I scoffed. "It's called a Narcissus. I think they're beautiful when they bloom." She said while looking at me. "Why are you even here?" I asked a little annoyed. I just wanted it to be done and see her whenever I have to see her again for another useless session.
She sat up a little and straightened her legs. "I was asked to come see you. I like to help whenever I can." She said with a small smile. "I know you think you don't need help, and maybe you're right, but you're still sitting down and looking at me like I'm crazy and wondering when is this session going to be over and when does the other one begin. That's a good start in my opinion and who knows, maybe you'll even start to open up to me and maybe we can be friends." She stood up and walked behind the chair and bent down to get something. That's when "my butler" came in and stood by me. "Excuse me, sir, would you or Dr. Flos care for a drink or something to eat?" I sighed heavily and sat up. Thank god I wasn't alone with her, anymore sappiness and I might throw up. "Scotch on the rocks," I answered. "Water is fine. Thank you, Mr. Clawd." She said as she struggled to get something. Once he left she came back around with looked like a chess board and a box. She set it down on the table and grinned at me. "Up for a round of chess?" She then asked. "You can play chess?" I asked. "Not really, but I'm a wiz at checkers. So, how hard can it be?" What kind of logic did this doctor have? She sat down and began to set everything up.
Before I even knew it I was spilling out to her my childhood and my mom while playing chess/checkers with her. So far I was winning and I had a good feeling I was going to win this entire game. I then scoffed while shaking my head. "What is it?" She asked. I had just now realized that she had finally gotten to me, over a freaking board game! "How old are you?" I asked her amazed. She had a young face but certainly not a young experience in her career. She was good. I grabbed my scotch I had barely drunk from and took a sip. "I'll be twenty in a few months." I then choked on my drink. As I quickly swallowed it down and began to cough trying to recover from what I just heard. She didn't even look up at me because she was still trying to figure out where to put her pawn at. I couldn't believe it. I was eight- almost nine- years older than this girl! "Don't act so surprised, Buddy. You're not the only genius walking around these parts." She said as she looked up and winked at me right before she moved her piece. "Checkmate!" I looked at the board and realized she had not even come close to a checkmate and that she just moved her pawn to upper right in the middle of the board nowhere close to any of my pieces. She looked down at her wrist, "Oh, gotta go." She then stood up and started to clean up the board and the pieces. "Well, this was a pleasure, Mr. Pine." She said as she collected all of her stuff and strapped her backpack on. I stood up as quickly as I could and then she suddenly hooked her arm with mine. "Walk with me." She then pulled me along to walk with her to my front door. "This was good-no this wasn't just good-it was excellent!" She shouted with a grin on her face. "I'll look forward to our next appointment, Mr. Pine." We stopped at my front door and Mr. Clawd opened it up for her. "Until then…." She walked outside and dramatically turned around while flipping her braid. "Here's looking at you kid." I stared at her still in disbelief that this girl had a doctorates in psychology and was MY psychiatrist. "Thank you, Mr. Clawd! I'll bring you some snickerdoodles next time!" I pinched my left shoulder just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Nope. Very much awake and everything is real. "To be fair, she is an expert in her field of work, and one of the best apparently." Mr. Clawd said as he stood by me. "How can you be so sure?" I asked. "She got you to vent." I then nodded my head to agree with him.
-Later On Elsewhere-
I couldn't believe I was late! My first appointment and I was already late. I quickly ran into the unfamiliar building and headed down the hall I was instructed to go through and turned to the left and then at the very end of this hall was my room. I exhaled when I was right at the door and then grabbed the knob, turned it, and pushed. I stepped inside to see her sitting in her seat waiting patiently and writing something down onto a pad of paper. I closed the door and walked over to her. "I apologize for being late, I had an issue that I had to take care of," I said staring at her. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair in front of her without looking up at me. I took my seat and waited with knots in my stomach. My hands were shaking and suddenly the room became very hot. I hated being late to anything, especially when I was the center of attention. She kept glancing up at me every now and then and continued to write down on her pad. When she was done she got up and ripped out the piece of paper and gave it to me. "Take this." She said. I nodded my head and grabbed the piece of paper from her. She sat down in her seat as I looked at the paper. The first thing I noticed was that there was a giant flower on the paper and a list of things. "Um, I'm sorry but I'm a little confused," I admitted as I was staring at the paper. "You were born in February, were you not?" She asked. I nodded my head. "Yes, but what does that have to do with this?" I asked very confused. "It's your birth flower. It's a Violet." She then giggled.
Okay, now that you have reached the end of the chapter I have a big question. Like many writers, I like to plan out my stories that way I have an idea of what's going to happen. I vaguely plan out the beginning and end. It's the middle that get's very tricky. Since I am trying to somewhat keep this story as realistic as possible, there will be some very real themes in this story. When I mean real I mean REAl. This is a love story between a young woman and young man. When these two eventually meet up again, one on one, they will not be coloring and playing with legos. (Well maybe but not just that if you catch my drift) So, I have a question. Should I include a scene that has to deal with *whispers* the sex? I know I will have to change the rating and all but I would just like to know from you guys since I'm writing this for y'all. So, let me know if you want a scene that will contain *whispers* the sex in it. Until next time guys!