Hey, I know it took long, and I'm really really sorry for the wait. But I hope you'll understand my life is a bit crazy at the moment.
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"You can't go in right now, Mr. Doer is in there with him… trying to know…erm…certain things." By the look on their faces I knew they understood. They sat down next to me, waiting for the door to open and let us in.

Mr. Doer's Session With Troy

Mr. Doer stepped into the room, finding Troy staring at him. "Hello Troy, I'm Mr. Doer. I'm here to talk to you." The boy continued to stare at the stranger, his eyes wide with fear of what was to come. Mr. Doer took a chair and placed it next to Troy's bed, slightly turned to face his side. Troy still looked at the man intently, but once he looked at him, Troy turned his head away, looking at his lap.

"So, Troy, how are you?" He tried building up a conversation, just before the uncomfortable part for the both of them would come – questions about everything that happened.

Troy's head shot up and he glared at the man in front of him. "Peachy, " he snapped, his face expressionless, his eyes still holding contact with the man across from him.

"That good? Why?" Mr. Doer knew how to react, he was used to it. One simple snap wouldn't stop him from doing his job.

Troy glared at him, almost saying, 'Why you care?' but kept his mouth shut. "Obviously…" He darted his eyes away from Mr. Doer's gaze.

"I'm here to ask you some questions, your behavior won't change that. So, how about I ask you everything I need to and you answer me – in any tone you want, and we'll be done sooner than we would be if we kept on talking like this?"

Troy looked at his forearm. He'd be gone if he co-operated. Troy sighed. "Ask." He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the still propped up bed.

"Your parents divorced two years ago."

"Two years and three months," Troy said. He remembered it was at the start of the new school year, in the middle of September. December was just starting.

"Right. And when did it exactly start?" He was careful with his words, trying not to hit Troy at a sensible spot.

"The day it was official, they moved out and she came…"

He was lying on his bed – his parents divorced that very day. His mom and brother moved out and his dad's girlfriend moved in. Suddenly the door opened and his dad came in. He was smiling, not his normal smile, but evilly instead. He walked towards the bed, and Troy sat up, wondering what was wrong.
"Dad?" he asked, worried about his expression.
"You know why your mom left? Because of you! YOU! She took your brother with her and left me with you!" He stood in front of Troy, anger sparkling in his eyes. "She hates you! She left because of you!"
His breath smelled of alcohol, and he slapped Troy. "Remember, all I do, I'll do it out of love! YOU HEAR ME?!" He slapped him again and threw him on the floor.

"Dad, please…" Then his dad's fist collided with his jaw.

"He-e told m-me, th-that she le-left be-e-cause of m-me…" Troy shook slightly and tried his best to form a sentence; he'd never forget that day.

Mr. Doer wrote this down. "Did you believe him?"

Troy looked up and met his eyes. "It stays here?" he whispered.

"Of course. I won't tell them." Mr. Doer had to give Troy a safe feeling for the time being. He needed to give his mother a copy of what Troy said, because she was his legal guardian, but right now, Troy didn't need to know.

Troy nodded. "Yes, I did… She really doesn't care." Troy looked down as he felt the tears pricking his eyes.

"But you don't anymore, do you?" Troy didn't say anything. "Troy?" He looked away, unsure. On one hand, he knew his mom loved him and cared about him like she told him before she went out. On the other hand, his dream had crashed his reality again.

"I don't k-know." Troy wanted to bite his lower lip but immediately stopped once the pain of the stitched lip washed over him. "That dream…"

"What dream?" Mr. Doer sat there, looking intently at Troy and his actions, trying to figure out what was going on with him.

"She just watched…and didn't try to stop him." Mr. Doer wrote everything down. Every single detail was important. "It was a dream," Troy said, trying to convince himself. "But it seemed so real, as if he's coming." His gaze was far away, like he wasn't in the room.

"You've had more than one dream like that?"

"All the time…"

Mr. Doer worked with a lot of teenagers who suffered similar things to what Troy had, but none of them talked like he did – so distant and moody.

"They're all similar?"

"He's coming to get me," Troy whimpered, his eyes widening, giving away the expression that he was paranoid about everyone and everything.

"Nothing can happen to you, you're with your mom." Troy nodded, absently. "Troy, you have to answer some other questions as well." The boy looked up, as if he was waking up out of a trance.

"What?"

"Did you hear what I said?" Mr. Doer narrowed his eyes at Troy's actions.

Suddenly Troy looked away. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did. What makes you think that?"

Troy shifted, re-adjusting himself. "I don't know…"

"Well, let's talk about what you do know." Troy began trembling as Mr. Doer got a bag that he had out on the floor when he arrived.

"I'm going to show you something and you have to explain things to me." His voice wasn't forcing; it was still nice – his experience was shining through. Troy's eyes followed him as he took out a pile of paper sheets. One of them, Troy immediately realized, was the one his mom had confronted him about.

"I – I – I drew them to clear my mind," he mumbled while tearing his gaze away from the various drafts spread out on the bed.

"Did it help?"

Troy looked out the window, tears glistering on the edge of his eyelids as a small smile formed on his lips. "Yes," he said, his voice a bit stronger than earlier. Mr. Doer wrote it down; it wasn't usual that Troy would feel the same way he did when he was cutting, but it was better than cutting itself.

"Why did you need your razor if drawing had the same effects?"

Troy's smile fell and he looked down. "I wanted to do it again. I felt so good and it wasn't exactly the same color," he whispered, his eyes fixed on his arm.

"You liked the color of your blood?" Mr. Doer tried not to sound too skeptical, but he felt the skepticism reach his eyes anyway.

Troy knew Mr. Doer was skeptical, but he didn't mind. He broke out into a huge smile and said, "It'd be his blood falling down. He would see what happened to him, what he became."

"So you want to see him bleed?"

"No and yes." His smile remained but it wasn't as big as it had been earlier.

"How you mean?"

"Yes, because I want to see him suffer, and no because he would…" Troy stopped and his face turned became hard as a stone. "Why am I telling you this?" he asked, more to himself than to Mr. Doer.

Mr. Doer sighed. The phase was over and now he had to begin again. "Troy, there's nothing wrong in telling that. It's better than keeping it inside."

Troy looked up. "He-e, wou-would ge-get-t i-it…" One tear rolled down his cheek, soon followed by others. They dropped on his hands as he looked down.

"What would he get?"

Troy knelt in the kitchen, trying to get the floor spotless. A few freckles of blood were still on the floor and more drops fell from his nose. His dad hit him extremely hard a few minutes before, and his nose still bled from the trauma. It hurt like hell – it was probably broken, broken but his dad didn't care. Instead he made Troy clean it up.
Suddenly he heard his dad roar at him, "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! IT SHOULD BE CLEAN BY NOW YOU USELESS BRAT!" It would've been clean by now, if Troy's nose wasn't bleeding.
"I – I think I have to get it…" Troy's eyes widened as his dad thundered upstairs and came down again with a belt in his hand. Troy knew what was coming.

"If your dad became wounded, he blamed you?"

Troy nodded, his tears falling down freely. "E-everyt-time he-he would-dn-'t ge-get w-what he wa-wanted, I-I was-s to-to bl-blame…"

"You're scared of him?"

Troy nodded. "I think he's going to take everything…" The tears were still falling down, but Troy didn't mind. He wanted his mind off again, but he knew there would be more questions.

Gabriella

Outside With Lucille, Chad and Gabriella

Mr. Doer had been in there for over an hour now, and it was taking a long time. I'd been sitting on my right hand the entire time, not noticing it went numb, so I shook it to get the feeling back. Lucille and Chad were as impatient as I was, but there was nothing we could do. Every single sound coming from the rooms made us look up – most of the time it was a cough, sob, a hiccup, or a cry.

"Gabriella, don't worry, I know he's fine," Chad comforted while he pulled me close, I rested my head on his shoulder while closing my eyes, nodding. A specialist was with him, and he knew when the line was crossed.

Another half an hour passed, and finally the door opened. We all jumped up and walked toward Mr. Doer. He raised his hand. "Troy only wants Gabriella now, he told me so."

I looked up, narrowing my eyes. "What's up with him?" I asked worriedly.

"He's a bit beleaguered. He just needs someone to comfort and be there for him – he asked for you." I looked at Lucille and Chad as they nodded. "I'm going to get to my office, transcribe what he said, and give you a copy. He doesn't know you're going to get one, so don't confront him on it."

We all nodded. Lucille and Chad went back to sit down, and Mr. Doer left. I walked inside and closed the door. Troy was sitting on the bed, facing the wall opposite of him. I walked to him and hugged him tightly, taking care not to get him in too much pain. I kissed his cheek and felt how wet it was. I pulled back to see tears still tumbling down his face and his bottom lip trembling slightly.

"Hunny, come here." I sat on the bed next to him, and he shifted a bit aside. I kept my arms around him and leaned my head onto his chest as we just sat there. His trembling slowly died down and his tears stopped falling. I felt his bones through his clothes as my head rested on his chest. He needed to gain weight, but Lucille told me he had eaten today – finally…

"Troy?" I carefully asked. I felt him shivering as I turned and brought a hand up to brush some hair out of his red, tearstained face.

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

He nodded, pulling me closer. "You're here now… and I wanted to ask you something."

"That is?" I felt his hand wrap around my waist tightly. I felt the bandage press against my shirt – it was soft, but I knew that underneath the bandage was something hard – a hard and terrible past.

"You…you..." I looked at Troy. His face was showing how nervous he was. I narrowed my eyes.

"What is it?"

"You – want – to – be – my – girlfriend?" he blurted. It took me a few seconds to understand what he'd just said.

"Of course," I whispered while brushing some of his hair back and slowly leaning in, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Can I get an 'Awww'? - Finally they are together...
Well I'll try and hurry with the next chapter, and please 15 reviews to the next!
LY Mitchi