Week Six:
"Huey! It's time to see your therapist!" Robert yelled from down the stairs
"I don't feel like it!" He was in his room
"What!?"
"I don't want to!"
"Huey I'm old! I can't hear you!"
Huey sighed as he walked down the stairs "Grandad I've been going for five weeks already, don't you think I got enough 'help'?"
"No. I enjoy my time by myself! The few hours that Riley is at summer school and you with that therapist is the best part of my day!"
"Well, can I got to Creaser's house instead?"
"Whatever. But imma go call that therapist then cause I ain't paying money for you to be skipping sessions and hangin' with that half-jamacian! Weed smokin' ass nigga!"
"Grandad I already told you that he doesn't smoke" Huey kept his voice pretty calm, probably to avoid getting in trouble (whipped by a belt) and left to Creaser's house.
Today I was expecting a few hours off because I doubted that Huey would show up but his grandfather called and we talked.
-thirsty for a date
-son in prison
Meanwhile at Creaser's house...
"Dang, that's pretty messed up. You seem pretty normal if you ask me." Ceaser hasn't seen Huey have a mood swing.
"Yea it is"
"Does your grandad still think I smoke weed?" Ceaser decided to change the subject.
"No, of course not"
"I only smoked ONCE in my life! I swear!" He was crossing his heart as he said this.
"Are you sure? Cause you came to my house high twice."
"Second hand high...there's a difference." Ceaser sounded confident with his answer
Week Seven:
They say that seven is supposed to be a lucky number, it's not so stop thinking that.
It was crazy, I got evicted from my house and found out that my father had cancer. He been had the disease but all of a sudden my cousin wanted to tell me. My cousin! Not any of my three older siblings. So I canceled all of my sessions for that week and me and my family had to move in with my grandmother. Next week my father passed so I really could have used a therapist myself.
Week Nine:
I didn't want to loose my job I couldn't afford to, so I dragged myself to work to deal with problematic people. By time the end of my work day came, I was out of it, Huey was the last person to see me so I needed him in and out ASAP. If he even showed up. But I wasn't mad at him from the last time we spoke, his grandad made him call and apologize.
When Huey finally arrived it looked like he had been crying but he's good at hiding his emotions so it wasn't really noticeable.
"Huey you late" she sounded pretty stern.
"I walked, my grandad is on a date."
"It's five o'clock in the afternoon..."
"...OK"
It was an awkward silence between them.
I tried to talk to him but I was ZONED OUT. He was probably giving me a lot of red flags that he was full blown depressed but we needed to wrap things up so I could leave.
"Huey I have important things to do so you can leave early."
"Don't you have like five minutes cause-"
"No. Here's what I have to say. You sound very selfish right now and need to evaluate your life. I hope you know your grandfather didn't volunteer to take care of you, it seems to me like he just wanted your inherence money and now you and your brother are just a burden. And I think he plays favorites with Riley." She was sounding very bitter
"And your mom, she was young she could have left because of the stress and you don't know what she did in the three months you didn't see her. It obviously got her killed, she could be in hell right now and you wouldn't even know. And no one cares about your leftist bullshit so find a new hobby. Because right now I agree with you, what is your purpose in life?" She sounded cruel as fuck. Normal Huey would have not cared what she said, but depressed Huey listened to every word.
I have NO excuse for what I said, I don't know what was wrong with me but I just want to apologize because no one should have what I said told to them.
She left before he could respond to what she said.
A/N: hey readers! Thanks for the reviews! I'm a student so I probably won't update again til Saturday cause I got homework and stuff.