Chapter 6: Seeing a Therapist

I nervously sat on the stiff matress reading a book on astronomy. I flipped through each page mainly focused on looking at the pictures. Something about space seemed so peaceful compared to being here.

I smiled completely infatuated with this book."AARON! GET DOWN HERE!!!", Mom shouted in a tone that instilled fear into my heart.

Knowing how quickly she lost her patience I set my book aside heading down stairs.

"Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil, if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will...", I could hear mom singing to herself as I walked down the steps.

I found mom lounging on the couch. She then noticed me standing nervously next to the couch she was sitting on."Yes ma'am?", I asked."

I want you to make dinner tonight. I have guests coming over and I don't feel like slaving away over the kitchen this time.", She demanded before giving me a list. "If you make a single mistake and it interferes with my plans you won't be eating tonight."

I headed off towards the kitchen gathering the items needed for dinner. Tonight I was making Meatloaf along with mashed potatoes and broccoli.

Right now the broccoli and mashed potatoes were already done, but now I just had to wait for the meatloaf to finish warming up.

After a good five minutes I opened up the oven door.I wore grey oven mitts so I wouldn't accidentally burn myself.

I carefully picked up the tray containing the steaming meatloaf setting it on the counter. I saw my grandma walk into the kitchen and quickly noticed what I was doing.

Clink!

I watched as my grandmother purposely knocked over the tray of meatloaf. It splattered all over the floor making a big chunky mess.

"ELIZABETH!", My grandma called. "The little bastard just made a mess all over the kitchen."

My mom rushed down the stairs in the matter of seconds. Once she saw the meatloaf on the floor her face slowly rose up.

She locked eyes with me with an expression I despised seeing.She loosened her belt buckle and walked towards me. "

NO! NO! NO! PLEASE! IT WASN'T ME! WAIT-", Everything went white before the belt struck me.

"Aaron!"

I burst out of bed sweating hard. Tears pouring from my eyes. I slowly tried to catch my breath while clutching my heart which was pounding furiously. On the right side of my bed was Dad who was giving me a look of concern.

"What was going on with you? You were screaming and thrashing around.", Dad asked. "It was just a bad dream dad.", I replied.

"What was it about?"

I sat in silence before saying, "I don't wanna talk about it." I pushed the blankets off of me before walking past Dad and heading to the bathroom.

After I was done preparing myself to go to school I left the bathroom. Dad had stopped me in the middle of the hallway.

"I honestly want to know what's going on with you, but you aren't telling me what the problem is.", He spoke in a serious demeanor. "So I've decided I'm taking you to a therapist."

"But, I have school.", I brought up.

"Listen your mental state is a lot more important to me than you going to school.", Dad added folding his arms. "We're already dressed so I can take you to see one today."

Me and Dad seated ourselves next to each other. The therapist who suprisingly was a human sat in front of the both of us. "Doctor Amelia.", She introduced going for a handshake to my dad.

She was a white woman in her mid twenties. She wore a white shirt along with a black skirt, high heels, and a pair of glasses.

"Ryan Daniels.", My dad introduced himself shaking his hand. "This right here is Aaron Daniels, My son."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Aaron.", She said in a happy tone. "Now, what brings you here?" Dr. Amelia held a clipboard and pen in hand about to take notes.

"Well Aaron just moved in with me about a couple of days ago. He's been having terrible and very descriptive dreams about his old home.", Dad stated.

"What was his old home like?", She asked.

"He lived with his mother and grandmother back in Arizona. Awhile back the authorities had called me and made me aware that his Mom and Grandmother had been sent to prison for child abuse.", Dad explained.

"Oh goodness that's horrible."

"When they found him he was malnourished and very timid. Apparently they starved him of food and water, never let him leave the house, made him some sort of house maid, and beat him over the smallest things."

While Dad explained what occured back in Arizona I couldn't help, but think about Dolly. Hopefully she didn't think anything bad was going on with me since I'm not at school. "-Right Aaron?"

"Huh?"

"You've been having nightmares right?", Dad asked again. I nodded in agreement. "So what are you're nightmares about?", Doctor Amelia asked.

"Well...my mom and my grandma.", I told her. I didn't wanna get into the details. I hate bringing this stuff up. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Aaron I can assure you-"

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!", I yelled making everything go quiet. Now I felt ashamed for yelling. "I'm sorry, I can't do this." I got up from the chair and quickly left the room.

I currently was sitting inside the car crying to myself. I feel like an asshole for yelling. I just hate bringing up my mom and grandmother after everything they did. I'm trying to get over them now that their gone, but their stuck in my mind.

The door on the driver's side unlocked and my dad came in closing the door behind him. I looked the opposite direction of him. He sighed before starting up the car and we left the parking lot.

"Listen Aaron I know you're pissed and upset about everything, but we will be coming back here when you begin to feel more comfortable talking about what your issue is.", He noted.

I sighed in annoyance, "Fine, but take me home I just wanna be left alone for the rest of the day ok?"

"If that's what you want son, but bottling up your emotions and hiding from people won't make you feel any better."