Chapter 9

"As long as I don't have to spend my friggen weekend with my dad again I'll answer all the questions you want me to doc!" Wade informed Dr. Bambillo on their very first meeting.

"Oh," Dr. Bambillo asked a bit curious, "You were supposed to spend the day with your father?"

"Yeah," The red head replied in a false enthusiastic manner, "I just love timing his chugging contest!" Wade rolled his eyes in the air at his own statement.

"You don't seem to be very fond of your father, why is that?" The Dr. Questioned,

"He's such a jerk, I can't stand him, I hate him! All he thinks about is himself, the drunk!" Wade was clearly growing angrier by the minute at the mention of his father but the Dr. continued to dig deeper to better understand the boy.

"A heavy drinker I see?" The Dr. asked inching his way into the subject,

"Yeah," Wade responded angrily although a bit hesitantly, "He seemed to be more concerned with other women, money he didn't have and liquor all the damn time! That's why my mom left him."

Dr. Bambillo shook his head in understanding, "So you stay with you mother then?"

"Yeah," The boy mumbled clearly not too happy with the mention of his mother either but far less hostile about her than his father.

"Do the two of you get along?"

"Ha, according to her we do!" Wade voiced again rolling his eyes in the air. "She's such a jerk, I hate her too, always making me do homework, she's so lame! Whose parents make them do homework!?"

Listening to his tirade in reference to his mother, Dr. Bambillo could tell that the words seemed to be a bit forced out, as if he was simply saying them just to make it look like he didn't care about her but he clearly did.

"Well Wade a good parent, and a loving parent would want their child to do homework so they can make good grades in school, surely you can understand that, you don't want to fail and fall behind in life do you?" The Dr. asked trying to get him to see things from his mother's point of view.

Wade shook his head slightly as if in both disagreement and disbelief, "Grades are retarded!" He reiterated, as if he had been insulted, "How does one stupid letter make me better or worse than someone else!? So if I get bad grades I'm automatically screwed for life!?" He threw his hands in the air dramatically to help get his point across.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, about grades in general but in response to your statement I'd have to say no. Just because you make bad grades doesn't mean that your whole life will be ruined. Although I'm not encouraging it you can do bad in school and still possibly go on to have a very successful life." The Dr. told him.

Wade simply nodded his head in understanding but still held a look of anger.

"Now," Dr. Bambillo went on, "Is it safe for me to assume you don't have very good grades?" There was a brief pause before Wade answered, he seemed a bit hesitant at first before he looked down at the floor and shook his head.

"I…I just… aw I'm sick of being stupid! I need like someone to cheat off of!" He blurted out, indicating that he did not have the best grades.

Dr. Bambillo frowned slightly as his remark; he was a bit surprised that the boy didn't have decent grades. He seemed to be relatively intelligent, but then again he was a trouble maker.

"Wade that's not the way to go about it, what if you get caught cheating and get suspended?" The Dr. questioned him

"Ha!" Wade laughed out loud, trying to make it seem as though he didn't care about his education.

"Suspended? That schools crap! No one cares if I get suspended anymore!"

Dr. Bambillo stared at him for a moment, although he had attempted to make it seem like he didn't care about his schooling, Dr. Bambillo could tell that it was just a front, perhaps to cover up something else. Placing his elbows on his desk and resting his head on top of his hands for a moment he sought to get more information from the fiery red head who was clearly pent up with rage.

"Is that part of the reason that you fight all the time? Because you feel like no one cares if you get suspended anymore?"

Wade propped his elbow up on one of his knees and rested his head in his hand, intentionally turning his gaze downward. The gesture may have not seemed like much to anyone else but the Dr. could tell that he was using it as a means to not have to look at him when he spoke. Not because he was lying. but because he didn't want to show any emotion in reference to his behavior. Perhaps the conversation was headed down a road that the boy didn't want to revisit…

"No, that's not it; I know I can't keep getting suspended but… I still feel like violence solves all of life's problems!" Came his mumbled response.

The Dr. sat silent for a moment.

"Do you really feel that way or did someone else teach that to you?" Dr. Bambillo asked him, "Do you honestly feel like you have to be violent with others in an effort to get anywhere or get anything done? Or is that someone else's philosophy?"

Wade seemed to grow noticeably uncomfortable with the question but still, he gave his answer.

"My, dad taught it to me…" There was a strain in his voice.

"I see, was he ever violent with you?"

Wade hesitated to answer the man, he didn't want to discuss this but he knew he had to. He didn't like the fact that he continuously walked around angry all the time. All the rage brewing inside of him was seriously starting to take a toll on his nerves and his day to day life.

"Yeah he was…." He finally answered.

"Well then Wade, I noticed you said earlier that the main kids you spend time bullying were the nerds at your school. You told me that you enjoyed seeing them run away screaming and to see them crying… It would seem to me that you tend to get a high off of beating up kids who are clearly weaker than yourself, don't you think it has something to do with the way your father treated you?"

Wade sat silent for a moment and seemed to really think about his answer. The look on his face was rapidly changing from one of anger and frustration to one of hurt and despair.

"Maybe… but I mean… I have to fight people I can win against; my dad will give me the strap if I get into a fight and lose…" At this point it became obvious that he was trying his hardest to choke back tears, although none had pooled into his eyes Dr. Bambillo could tell by the tone of his voice that he was struggling not to cry.

"Your father still hits you?" He questioned to make sure he understood correctly.

"Yeah," Wade whispered,

"Does your mother know?"

"…No"

Silence

"It's no big deal he's just a jerk, that's why my mom left him!" Wade blurted out not liking the awkward silence.

Dr. Bambillo recognized the fact that he was trying to cover it up and make it seem like the abuse his father had inflicted on him over the years didn't have any sort of effect on him.

"Well I can easily conclude that your parents had a rocky relationship and that their divorce took its toll on you" Dr. Bambillo finally spoke up.

"That is perfectly understandable though, a divorce is nothing no child should ever have to go through but sadly there are entirely too many of them who experience it every day. Your parents, the two people who brought you into this world and were supposed to raise you together have decided to split up and that means the entire family is literally torn apart."

Wade winced a bit at the remark,

"Hmph! I hate parents, and I hate divorces! Now I have double the family stuff to do and no one cares about it!" He halfway shouted.

Dr. Bambillo could tell that he felt alone in dealing with all of his pain and problems.

"What about your sister?" He questioned him.

At the mention of his sister Wade finally made eye contact with the Dr.

"Don't you think this has had an effect on her as well, according to your mother the two of you get along no better or worse than any other brother and sister, but regardless of how she behaves surely she cares about it or was bothered by it just as much as you were?"

Wade's face seemed to soften quite a bit. "Yeah….maybe…" He mumbled again.

Jotting down a few notes the Dr. decided to change courses just a bit.

"Wade I understand that you think poorly of your parents but one thing we haven't covered is how you feel about yourself?"

Wade raised an eyebrow at the question, "How I feel about myself?"

"Yes that's right," The Dr. went on, "How do you feel about you?"

Wade thought for a moment and his demeanor seemed to liven up a bit, "Well I may not make the best grades but I figure I'm pretty much in the top ten as far as cool goes at that stupid school." He smiled at his own remark.

"Okay then glad to hear something positive come from you, go on." The Dr. urged him.

"As far as my style goes I'm pretty fly, and the chicks dig me because I'm so hot!" He seemed sincere and proud of himself as he named off what he considered to be his positive qualities and characteristics.

"Great! As long as you feel good about yourself then that's all that matters." The Dr. informed him. He was relieved to hear something positive come from the boy as everything they had discussed prior to that was all negative.

"So, Wade, your mother tells me you have been having a friend from school over quite a lot lately," Wade furrowed his brow at the statement but remained quiet.

"I believe she told me that you introduced him to her as Davis White?"

Wade merely shook his head yes.

"Do you want to talk about Davis at all?" The Dr. asked holding off on the other info the boy's mother had given him to see if he would tell him anything.

Wade again sat silent for a moment not certain he wanted to talk about anything the Dr. didn't know involving him and Davis. Staring at the man and knowing what type of person his mother was, he first decided to question him for more information.

"W…what all did she tell you about me and Davis?" He asked in a slightly demanding tone.

Knowing he would lose the boys trust if he got caught in a lie the Dr. decided to come clean,

"She told me that she didn't mind you having a friend over and that she was glad you even had a friend ,but… she also went on to say that she thought that maybe the two of you were more than just friends…"

Wade folded his lips in at the info the Dr. had just given him, as pissed as he was he made an effort to remain calm. Looking down at the floor with a slight scowl on his face, he voiced his thoughts out loud talking mainly to himself,

"Thanks a lot mom, I knew I could count on you to keep your damn mouth shut! I wonder who else you told. The Bullworth post? The six o'clock news? Christy and her big ass mouth!?"

"Wade," The Dr. interrupted his train of thought, "Don't be angry with your mother, she was only concerned about your wellbeing, and trust me in all my years of practice I have had numerous neglectful parents come in and out of my office and I can tell already that that's not the type of parent your mother is, she loves you and only wants what's best for you."

Wade ran a hand through his red hair and shook his head in acknowledgement. "Yeah….I know she does…"

"So are you and Davis simply just friends or are the two of you more than just friends?"

"Well, no sense in lying, we are definitely more than just friends!" Wade informed him still a bit pissed.

"I see, are the two of you open about it or not?" Dr. Bambillo questioned him further.

"Well neither of us really cares what anybody else thinks but at the same time it's our business and nobody else's!" Wade stated in a firm tone.

"True, you are right what others think should never be a factor in whom you choose to be with." Dr. Bambillo agreed before continuing with his questions.

"How is his home life compared to yours? Do you know if he has any problems?"

"Well from what I've seen his is much better than mine, but it hasn't seemed to do him any good!" Wade informed the man.

"What do mean?" The Dr. questioned

"I don't know why and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either but every now and then he will just start crying and can't stop! It's not like a whiney complain cry either, there's like this level of emotion to it like the way people cry when they attend a funeral or something! It's pretty freaky but he doesn't make too much of a fuss over it!" There was a noticeable amount of concern behind Wade's tone.

"So the two of you will just be sitting around talking and enjoying yourselves and out of nowhere he will start to cry uncontrollably?"

"Yep! I 've seen him do it quite a few times." Wade replied.

"Hmm sounds like he may have some emotional problems going on." Dr. Bambillo told him as he leaned back in his chair pondering the information he had just received.

"Really? You think so?" Wade questioned wanting to know more, so that maybe he could do something to help Davis with whatever problem he had.

"Definitely! Usually when people can't control their emotions as with Davis and his crying there could be a number of things going on. They may have some emotional issue they are suppressing and may not even remember it consciously but subconsciously it's still there and can sometime trigger emotions without the memory resurfacing."

Wade sat up straight for the first time since he had been there that day and his eyes seemed to widen just slightly as he waited for the Dr. to continue.

"There is also a chance he may be suffering from depression, anxiety, or just everyday stress. It's hard to tell if he hasn't sought out any medical attention for it though. If it's what you say it is then he should definitely go and see his dr. about it, you don't want a potential bad problem to grow even worse." The Dr. informed him.

Wade looked down at the floor a bit melancholy, the information the Dr. had just given him seemed to strike a nerve somewhere deep inside him. It was almost as if the information had upset him to some degree, even more than he already was.

"Oh wow, I didn't know that," Wade's voice had returned to the strained state it had been at earlier. "I'll mention it to him …..The next time I see him…"

"Listening to all of this, I'm not surprised to find that so many of the children at the academy have bad home lives, usually what goes on in their home reflects in their behavior!" Dr. Crabblesnitch replied.

"Yeah, either that or they're just a bunch of spoiled brats that think they can get away with anything!" Was Officer Monsons thought on the issue.

"Well not everyone's problems stem from a bad home life, sometimes other factors outside of their home can cause their behavior problems." Dr. Bambillo informed the other two.