Okay, so it seems that everyone either hates Chauncey or thinks he's the most adorable thing on the planet. So I have some news pertaining to him, but I was planning on doing this from the beginning, even before I wrote this sequel. For those who like Chauncey, enjoy it while you can. For those who despise the curly blonde, don't worry he won't be around too much longer. I say these things because I plan to get rid of both Chauncey and Sam (Its part of the plot), but that's not what the story is going to be revolving around, so I feel safe tell you all that without giving too much away.

Now, onto important news! This chapter as well as a couple others are going to be written more or less in Dr. Millions POV. It's going to help me figure out where I'm going with this story as well as you all in some way I haven't figured out yet. Without futher ado….

Read on!


Dr. Million sat in his office, writing a few notes down while glancing at the two children playing on the floor with a bucket of LEGOs. He was making sure to note how they were interacting when the session was going to begin in a few minutes. Clicking his pen he wrote how they were currently acting towards one another; calm and relax, playing just like friends.

He looked at the clock he saw that it was time for the session to begin.

"How are you two feeling today?" Dr. Million asked the two boys.

"I'm good," Said Chauncey.

"I'm tired," TJ said. "I didn't get any sleep last night."

"Why didn't you get any sleep?" The psychologist asked.

"I kept having flashbacks," He said. "Every time I managed to fall asleep, I kept dreaming about what happened." TJ stopped to yawn. "It's been happening all weekend."

"Can you tell me what were in those flashbacks?"

"Um…things that happened in the principal's office," TJ said, looking at the pieces he put together. "And the old house..."

"Can you tell me exactly what you saw in one of your flashbacks?"

"D-do I have to?" He asked grabbing Chauncey's free hand. Dr. Million stopped and noted what he saw. With quick movements, he wrote down TJ's grabbing of Chauncey's hand after he was getting nervous. He also wrote down how Chauncey reacted to the action; he continued to play as if it didn't happen.

"It would definitely help the healing process," said Dr. Million. "Do you mind telling me?"

"No, I guess not…..one of the one's I had last night, I was back in the principal's office," TJ started. "He was pining me down on the floor like always. But this time he was whispering to me when he…did what he did."

"Mmm-hmm," Dr. Million mumbled, writing on his clipboard. "What did he say?"

"I-I don't wanna say," TJ told him, tightening his grip on Chauncey's hand.

"It's really important that you talk about this sort of thing," Dr. Million insisted.

"I'm not gonna talk about it!" Shouted TJ. "C-can we please talk about something else?"

"Alright. Let's go back to the people that are pitying you," He Said. "Are they still bothering you?"

"A little bit," TJ said, letting go of Chauncey's hand and picking up the pieces he had dropped. "It's not so much the pity as much as it's that the pity reminds me of what happened. And I don't want to be reminded of it. When are they gonna stop pitying me and go back to normal?"

"I can't really give you an answer for that…." Dr. Million said. "They'll just have to stop that on their own. Or you could tell them it bothers you and that you want them to stop. Think you can do that?"

"If I have to," He said. "If it'll make them stop I'll do it. I just want things to go back to normal…"

"It was only three weeks ago when the abuse stopped, TJ," Dr. Million said, writing on his clipboard. "It's going to take a while for thing to get better."

"Why?"

"Well, there are lists of things we have to go down to make sure you're okay mentally."

"…..You think I'm crazy?"

"No, no. Not at all," Said the Psychologist. "It's just that going through a traumatizing experience like what you went through, there are a number of things that can happen to your mind. It's vital that we make sure none of those things happened. We all just want to make sure that you're healthy."

"So if I'm okay mentally, I can stop coming here?" TJ asked him.

"That's the goal."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with me do you?"

"Not that I can tell," Dr. Million told him. "We've only been have these sessions for a week and so far I would give you a clean bill of health."

"But I have to keep coming here for the whole six months?"

"That's right." Dr. Million watched as TJ whispered to Chauncey. The two of them exchanged words by whispering into their ears. Though he was not able to hear their conversation, he noted how TJ grabbed onto Chauncey's arm with a worried look on his face. After a few minutes, the worried expression changed to a more relaxed one and that he let go of Chauncey's arm.

"Dr. Million, why do I keep having flashbacks?" Asked TJ.

"There are a number of reasons for that," He said. "But it's normal, trust me. It's your mind's way of sorting through what happened."

"So what should I do when I have one again?"

"I want you to write them down," Said Dr. Million. Reaching towards his desk he handed TJ a notebook. "Write down exactly what you saw. And on Friday, I want you to read one to your parents. Do you think you can do that?"

"…..If I have to…" TJ mumbled, looking through the blank pages.

"Good. Now our time is up, but I want you to remember what we talked about here okay?"

"Yeah. People are gonna keeping pitying me, the flashbacks are normal, and I need to tell my parents one…" Said TJ. "Can we go now?" Dr. Million nodded. The two boys stood on their feet and walked out of the office where TJ parents were waiting.


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