Today was the first day of family therapy for Francis, Alfred, and Matthew. The Frenchman was serious when he said that they were going to begin therapy because when Alfred found out he was serious and pretty much locked himself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out until Francis had to bribe him with McDonald's. Naturally, Alfred agreed to it. They were sitting in the office waiting around when they were called in.

When they went in, they couldn't believe their eyes. The office was pink. That's all there was. Pink, pink, and more pink. The office looked like a little girl's room when you thought about it. The person who Francis took a wild guess at being the therapist was dressed in pink. Either this guy is passionate about pink or he got whipped by Elle Woods! Alfred bitterly thought as he sat down in the chair. The therapist was getting his things together when he noticed the father and sons come in. He immediately went to their file and looked at it.

"Sorry for the state of my office and my lack of organization. I just got this office two weeks ago and I didn't have time to organize everything properly with what I've done with the office. I take it you are Francis Bonnefroy, am I correct?"

"Oui. I take it you must be Dr. Laurinaitis."

"That's what everyone calls my father. Please call me Toris. Now looking at your file I see that all three of you are cutters?" The three looked all around the room not really wanting to say much. Silence was the only answer Toris needed before proceeding with the session.

"Family of cutters... Alright now Francis, since you said in your email that you think this whole family cutting business started with you, I think it makes sense that we start with you. When did you start cutting yourself?" All eyes were turned to Francis. The man gulped. Of course it was him to had to speak first. He had an idea he was going to have to speak about it in therapy but with his sons in the room? This was going to be an emotional roller coaster.

"If I had to say where it all started then I would have to say that it started when I was really young. My father walked out on my mother when I was two. He still kept in touch with us but it was mainly because he still cared about me as his son. Maman would always get mad because Papa would only visit on Christmas and my birthday, sometimes I was lucky to see him in the summer. She'd always yell at me saying that if it weren't for me being alive then Papa would still be with her. She also said that she blames me for her problems. Maman even said that she should have gotten the abortion when she had the chance. Everyday I's hear those sentences."

"Did your mother's constant insults and yelling ever get progressively worse as time went on?"

"Oui. It got worse when my father came home one year with a little girl. I soon found out that she was my little sister. Apparently, Papa had gotten with a woman in Seychelles and they got married and had Michelle. Maman was mad. She said that it was unfair because he wouldn't stay with us but he chose to be with an island whore and raise a demon in disguise as a daughter. I never believed that about my sister. As much as I didn't like it, she was my sister and nothing would ever change that." Alfred and Matthew looked at their father and couldn't believe their ears. They'd had an idea that their aunt could have been adopted but to find out her origins completely was another thing.

"How did you feel when you found out you had a sister?"

"Angry. At first I hated my sister because she got to see our father everyday while I only got to see him twice a year. The hate started to die down and soon I watched over my sister like a hawk every time she came to France with Papa. It was a happy childhood until they moved to France."

"What happened?"

"My mother happened. Her jealousy came out to show and when they'd come over it would end in a three-way fight between our parents. Michelle would cry and I'd have to hold her until the fight stopped or she fell asleep like that. That cycle kept repeating itself until Papa decided he'd had enough and went to live in Fort-de-France with his family and started to do the old routine of visiting on Christmas and my birthday."

'Did any of this childhood turmoil lead to your cutting."

"Not really. I started cutting when I was fifteen."

"What happened the first time you cut?"

"The first time I cut is when my mother had yelled at me like usual. As usual I would be ignoring her but that time she went to far. She said that I should just die because that's all I was to her. Dead weight she could get rid of at any given moment because in her eyes, I was a major disappointment. I wouldn't get anywhere in life and all I would be smart enough to do was end it all."

"How did it make you feel to hear that coming from your mother?"

"It made me depressed to hear that from her. I mean, she's my mother and if I'm not mistaken a real mother is not supposed to say that to her child. Anyways, I went to my room and locked the door and cried. I must have sobbed loudly because next thing I hear is Maman telling me to, and excuse my language, man the fuck up and stop crying like a pansy. Next thing I know I pulled out a razor knife I kept in my bedside table and cut myself with it. I didn't care at that time, I just wanted to die. After that I remember passing out and waking up on the floor a few hours later."

"Did your mother find out about it?"

"Yes."

"What did she say or do?"

"She called me a coward. If I was going to do that to myself then I should at least try cutting through a vein so that I'll really die next time. She didn't try to help me, she only made me feel like crap so that she could push me to suicide. One time she gave me a noose for my birthday. A freaking noose! To cut a long story short, she was the worst mother you could ever have. Even the most screwed up mothers on the Earth have nothing on her!" Toris scribbled down more notes. This was his first job and he'd never seen or heard of a patient with a screwed up past. Even some of the people his father took on never had such a fucked up childhood.

"So, did your father ever find out about this or were you taken away from your mother?" Francis swallowed a lump in his throat and ran a hand through his blond locks. This next thing would not be too easy to say, especially with Alfred and Matthew in the room.

"This isn't easy for me to talk about but my mother walked out on me when I was sixteen. I got home from school that day expecting to see her asleep on the couch but she wasn't there. I went to the kitchen and saw the note and it said: 'I hate having you as a son and I hope you have a nice life. Do me favor and kill yourself you little pansy boy because, hopefully, your father forgot about you and stopped giving a shit about you so you really don't have anything to live for.'"

"How did seeing the note make you feel?"

"I was happy she was gone but I was also sad because I was alone."

"What happened when your father found out?"

"He made me start living with him when he found out I was trying to survive on my own." Toris finished scribbling down the last of the notes and looked at the time.

"That is all the time we have for session #1. Will I see you again next Saturday?"

"Of course you will." The three got out of the office and into the car to go to McDonald's. Everyone was silent during the entire ride. Francis was silent because he'd told of his terrible childhood in France and the boys were silent because they'd never heard this side of their father before. Heck, they didn't know too much about Arthur's life in England before coming to America. All they knew was that their grandmother was in a mad house and their grandfather was dead.

The rest of the day was spent in absolute silence and none of the family spoke. It was dinner time and there was a very uncomfortable silence surrounding them Finally, Francis sighed and broke the ice.

"I know that what you heard in therapy was a side of your papa you never knew but that was my life back in France before I married your father. I don't like talking about it but as long as we keep going you'll be hearing more about it. This is a lot of information to process I know, but please don't be sad for me. Everything that happened was in the past and I can't dwell in the past." The twins remained silent before Alfred got up from his seat and hugged him. Matthew joined after a minute and they stayed like that.

The next morning, Arthur woke up next to Yao. His head pounded when the sunlight his eyes. The memories of wonderful Valentine's Day sex started to play in his mind as he got up to stretch when he found himself and Yao naked. I rather like this dominant position... Arthur thought as he got out of bed and started to make himself a cup of tea when he started to think about Francis.

A part of Arthur couldn't help but start to feel guilty about practically cheating on his husband. He knew that it wouldn't really matter since they were separated but they weren't officially divorced so he couldn't help but feeling he was unfaithful. But then again, Francis was unfaithful when they were together so this is just giving him a taste of his own medicine right? Arthur didn't know the answer. All he knew was that he was torn between Yao and Francis and when the time came, he'd have to choose. Slender arms wrapped around his chest and a pair of warm lips found their way to his cheek.

"Good morning aru." A fake smile graced the taller man's lips as he turned around and captured Yao's lips in a kiss.

"How are you this morning my little dumpling? Still tired from last night?"

"Not really. So, do you have any job interviews today?" Arthur stiffened at the question. They were still having money troubles and even though Francis was giving him part of his paycheck Arthur still wanted to get a job so he would stop mooching off his husband. He had tried to look for a good job but he just got rejection after rejection and nothing was working out. It didn't help that he was going to therapy so there was the matter of his therapist's expenses for his time. Yao caught the look and pulled himself out of his boyfriend's arms.

"You didn't get an interview, did you?"

"No. I've tried to get a job but nothing has worked out. I mean this job requires this level of skill and that job wants none of this. I mean, there is no fucking common ground for me to go on to get a job interview."

"Try Norwegian & Icelandic Publishing again! Maybe they're still looking for an editor!"

"They took down the ad. The only other job I can get is one of those assistant jobs but I'm too freaking old to take one of those jobs."

"Arthur, 34 is not that old. You're still young!"

"Correction. 34 going to be 35 on November 5th." You still got a long ways to go before you get there... Yao thought as he kissed him.

"That's still young. And if being an assistant is your only option then you should take it. I mean, you won't make as much but at least you're making some money." The taller didn't want to be stuck as someone else's assistant but it was his only option. What other choices does he have? Hopefully there is gonna be someone older than him who needs an assistant so he doesn't get embarrassed working for someone younger.

Toris was in his office organizing his books in alphabetical order when a pair of arms wrapped around his torso and a head was laid on his back. He smiled as he turned around to see his cross dressing boyfriend, Feliks wearing his favorite pale pink shirt and matching mini-skirt with the matching pink boots. They kissed and Toris tried to go back to what he was doing but it was kind of hard since Feliks kept touching him. For about an hour Toris had fought off the urge to pounce on Feliks and take him over the desk. As much as he liked it; the touching really had to stop.

"Feliks..." Toris moaned and tried to shrug his lover off.

"Like, we haven't done anything in a while!" The Polish man whined. Ever since Toris got his license and degree they haven't really had any time for each other because the Lithuanian man before him had tried to get some business as a therapist but no one thought he was good enough given that he was very young.

"Baby, I know that you want us to have time for each other and I've been busy lately but I just got my license and my degree and my father just gave me this office! Everything's happening so fast and I just can't keep up. I really don't want to distract you from your own studies." Feliks kissed him and started to massage his shoulders.

"You won't distract me. Besides, I'm like going to be graduating in June so after that, there will be plenty of time for us like to fool around~" While that was being said, Feliks let his hands travel down to Toris's pants and touched a certain spot and started to rub there. The brunette's face grew hot as he moaned and started to lean in to the touch. He had to admit, he missed this but no! He could not have sex in his office and he had some more things to straighten up. With some form of regret, he gently moved the hands away and turned to face Feliks.

"N-No... we can't do it here. I still have some work to do... a-and you probably have a test coming up t-tomorrow..." Feliks stood there. He couldn't believe it! After his attempt to excite him into bed with him, this happens! The blond rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket, walking to the door. Before he left he turned around and said,

"I'll be waiting for you at home, Laurinaitis." Then he walked away. Toris flinched. It was never a good sign when Feliks used his last name. It was always a sure sign of having a pissed off boyfriend for a while. In the next moment, Toris's father walked in sporting a poker face. At the sight of the man, the younger one straightened up and coughed nervously.

"H-Hello Father..."

"Tell me the truth son, when I gave you this office, was everything pink or am I, as the young American adults say, tripping on acid?" Toris let out a nervous laugh and tried to grin but it only came out as a messy tremble crossing a frown with a smile.

"Uh... Y-you see... it's like this..."

"It was the cross dresser's idea, wasn't it?"

"What gave it away?"

"Even you wouldn't have THIS much pink in any room." To emphasize a point, the elder man picked up a stuffed animal and chucked it at his son. Toris easily caught it and hugged it close, trying to imagine the animal as Feliks. He sighed and gently laid the animal down.

"So, how was your first day on the job?"

"To tell the truth, my first patients were three out of a four-person family. There was a father and two sons. In the father's email he said that all three of them cut themselves. I started the session with going into the father's childhood like you said and... you would not believe this man's childhood! I mean just look!" Toris grabbed his note pad and gave it to his father. "If the father had this bad of a childhood then imagine his sons. I think I can help them." Mr. Laurinaitis gave his notebook back to his son and sat down in one of the chairs in the room.

"Toris, why are you so interested in this case?"

"I-It's my first one. Being able to help people is the reason I wanted to get in this line of work. I saw how much you helped people and changed their lives and I wanted to help people like you did."

"Son, you have big heart but I'm looking at the notes you made for this man. I know these are notes for his childhood but I don't think you can help him let alone his sons. I think you should turn them down." Toris shook his head.

"I can't do that. The day I got my degree and my license I made a promise to myself that if a patient seemed like they couldn't be helped then I'd try to help them and not give up on them like some other "highly respected" therapists I know." A hand came into contact with his face and made Toris stumble backwards. He looked up to see his father with his hand drawn out, ready to slap him again if one more thing was said.

"Don't you ever say anything like that again young man. I am your father and you will treat me with respect and speak to me with respect. Now, there is also another reason why I needed to talk to you."

"What would that be?"

"Feliks."

"*groans* Not this again. Father, I love Feliks and Feliks loves me, if you can't accept it then don't accept it but please stop trying to get me to break up with him." When Toris and Feliks first got together, Mr. Laurinaitis's first reaction was telling his son to break up with the Polish man. Toris didn't see what the problem was! Feliks was a very nice guy who loved him with all his heart and Toris felt the same way so that's all that mattered to him. As long as there was love on both sides, they worked out.

"I don't like him! If he wants to wear skirts or dresses then he should die and rot in Hell for his sins! He should not be wearing those things, they are made for girls only, not men!"

"Father, I really don't want to get into this discussion with you again. I've had a long day and I just want to go home." With that, Toris grabbed his things and left the office. He didn't see what the problem was. Sure, dating a cross dresser was a little weird but Toris was happy. Why couldn't his father see that?

Me: Okay, here is chapter 18! So there is no Francois in the chapter I know, but don't worry, there will be a little event happening with him soon, so please stick around! I'm sorry if this chapter seemed rushed or was a little too short but I've never gotten this far in a story before and my mind is kind of blown because I've never kept a story going for more than ten chapters and I've never gotten so much success on one story so my mind is a bit blown. So I'm going to take a little one week break from BPH starting now so I can focus on some other stories of mine that I have been writing but, I was so busy with BPH, I haven't had time to write them so I will try to write those out and get them published. And thank you guys for accpeting me for being lesbian, you guys are the best! If you liked then favorite, follow, or review! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Until I come back from the short BPH break, Bye :D