Characters in this story: Shawn - Rebecca, Christian, Cameron, Cheyenne
Notes: The - means that there will be a part of the story where they will be included, yet, they aren't really...well...THERE. You'll read and see. Its not as confusing as I make it sound. XD
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Professional Help: First Session
After a few hours of searching through phone books, looking on the computers, asking people around town and even calling operators, Shawn finally found a therapist's office. Shawn started to walk over to the therapist's office. It was pretty close to town, actually, only a few blocks away. So close to town, that he almost walked right past it! The therapist's office was huge, the whole front of it almost all glass. The doors were open, ready for Shawn to walk in. He stared right at the doors of the office, thinking about Rebecca's words, and then Christians. 'If you cared about me or the kids, you would have been there for them. AND for me, Shawn! Instead, you were there to 'put us in our place'. Remember that, Shawn?' and 'Doesn't it haunt you in that cramped up hotel room that you now live in, Shawn? When you go to sleep? Don't you think about the way that I spend time with your kids? The way I play catch with your son? The way I play dolls with your daughter? Or maybe, maybe even the way I play rough with your ex-wife?' got to him. The first set of words belonged to Rebecca, and the second set of words to Christian.
Shawn took a deep breath and walked into the office, hoping that just the slightest little words and phrases that would come out of the therapist's mouth would help his situation. "Do you have an appointment with the therapist, sir?" The secretary looked up at Shawn from her comfortable chair. "I wish I can, but I don't." Shawn sighed, then continued. "Is there any way that I can see a therapist today, like, right now without an appointment?". The secretary tapped a few keys on her keyboard and looked up at the screen. "What's your name, sir?" She looked up at Shawn, awaiting an answer. "Uh...Shawn Michaels..." Shawn dug one of his nails into his finger, feeling last second regret for not telling her his real name. He didn't want anything to possibly go public...or atleast any more public than it did get when he argued with Rebecca. "Well, Mr. Michaels, it seems like the only thing available at the moment is a two hour session which starts in five minutes, otherwise, he's booked. Would you like anymore information on the session?" The secretary looked as if she were full of answers at the moment.
"Sure..." Shawn felt as if he were going to regret every last bit of what he was doing, going to a therapist. "Well, for the full two hour session with the therapist, you would have to pay one-thousand dollars." The secretary said smiling. "...One thousand? Why that much?" Shawn started chewing on a piece of gum, completely nervous and dumbfounded. "Because it was on such short notice and your problem seems to be really serious." The secretary pointed to a room. "That is where you can go if you pay the thousand dollar fee. Are you willing to do that sir?". Shawn nodded and pulled out his check book, writing a check of one thousand dollars to the office and giving it to the secretary. Shawn hung his head once again and walked into the room that the secretary pointed out. The room was flamboyant. Colors everywhere, beautifully organized in a way that only therapists could probably see. "Are you Mr. Michaels?" The therapist asked with a clipboard ready. Shawn nodded and laid down on the couch that was in the office. "Now, can you tell me a little bit of what is going on?" The therapist crossed his legs and looked at Shawn, ready to scribble down a few things that he says.
Shawn tried to figure out how to put everything into words. "Something...kind of came over me, I guess. My wife turned me into a great guy, born again Christian, no drugs, no drinking, no smoking, no nothing. Just, an overall great guy. But then...a few years after that...a few weeks ago...That all kind of came to a stop.". Shawn clenched his teeth, trying to fight tears already. "How so?" The therapist leaned back in his chair. "Well, first I kind of blacked out and I started being abusive towards my wife and my two children...and then after a while of doing that, I stopped blacking out...and continued abusing them. Its like...I didn't notice it, so how can anyone else?" He sat back up and started shaking a bit. "If you didn't notice then, how do you notice now? How do you know that you blacked out? Try to be calm, Shawn." The therapist tried to calm Shawn down, allowing him to express his feelings easier. "I noticed that I blacked out when I tried to think of what was going on in the past, and then a while after that my wife found comfort in this guy named Christian, one of her best friends, and she left me for him, and now she's saying I need help and I want her to forgive me so badly and I just want everything to be back to normal and this to just be one crazy nightmare!"
He laid back down. "I don't know what happened to me, I just don't want her to be with Christian! I don't want her to be with anyone except for me! It wasn't my fault, I know it! I wouldn't have acted that way! I've tried to apologize to her many, many times but nothing worked out right, atleast for me!" Shawn started to break down into tears, his face buried into his hands. "Calm down, Shawn, calm down. Was there a dramatic change in yourself or your family? Or maybe even wrestling injuries you have suffered? Or maybe even a midlife crisis?" The therapist tried again to calm Shawn down, giving him a box of tissues to blow his nose and wipe his eyes with. "Well, my wife turned me born-again Christian, forcing me to stop drinking, doing drugs really fast, and it is really strict, but I'm--I'm fine with my age and--and everything else...my injuries ar-are just injuries from th-the past..." Shawn blew his nose and threw the tissue behind him, then grabbed another and wiped his eyes. "Maybe it was that your wife was pushing you too hard to be the man of her dreams, but you didn't like the person you were turning out to be because it was so strict and it was so late in your lifetime that religion was being pushed on you. Or maybe you liked the person you were, but it just wasn't you, Shawn."
Shawn opened his mouth to say something, however words just couldn't come out of his mouth. Shawn closed his eyes and nodded slowly. That had been exactly the problem. The Christian religion was pushed on Shawn too hard at a late stage in his life, giving him less options due to the religion's restrictions, and Shawn was becoming a different person, not himself. "Maybe we should bring Rebecca into the office next time we have a session together, alright? For now, you should go back to where you are staying and have a good nights sleep." The therapist handed Shawn his business card and let him on his way.