I want you but my hands are tied....

Diana's plan

No one's pov

Diana lay in the king sized bed with confusion. "I said I'd help them and I will...just need to know the right place, don't want them to think I'm calling em crazy or anything so it can't be anything big,just a small cosy area where they can,you know,make friends and have people understand",Diana spoke to herself, planning it out in her head.

"They are going to drown under the weight of these thoughts and worries if I don't do something to help...I'm calling Barry",She demanded to herself,grabbing her landline off the bedside table.

"Well there is a place on Washington street,it's apparently free of charge and has therapists,psychologists,all that jazz... it's quite popular I guess",Barry stated obviously reading this off an article of some sort.

"Washington street alright thanks Barry... I'll give em a call in a bit",Diana smiled to him, hanging up the phone.

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"And you guys can talk to them whenever you need to,they help children who don't know who to talk to... I'm not saying y'all crazy it's just to help with your thoughts", Diana states to the two boys on the answer machines in their homes.

"Do you think we should do it",Michael mutters into the phone as his tall sixteen year old frame began to shake. "Yes...we need to, it'll help us with our trust issues",Donny soothes to the boy though he also felt cautious about the situation.

A smile is the crinkle of the eyes, the upturn of the corners of the mouth and so much glee.That's what they both possesed through the secret phone calls but this smile was fake and hurt. They were afraid.

They couldn't even begin to describe how much things had changed since they left the holiday home.

Merill was doing well, he'd finally been discharged from the hospital much to the Osmond family's relief.
Feelings of apprehension,fear and stress just seemed normal to them all,but luckily the weight was lifted soon enough!

Joseph was a ticking time bomb,you threw him he'd blow up and he was thrown alot!

Though the boys made eachother feel whole,felt every memory,every feeling, everything that made them who they are...it was hard to see things normally after such a traumatic era in time.

Been living through so much and feeling the invisible knife did deeper and deeper into their chests each day...

The presence of one another,little by little,brought them out of their sadness.Ignoring the dark,shadowy figures looking nearby.

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"Michael,Michael,come on",Diana mumbled,jogging the two of them out of the house through to the car where the same exhausted chaffeur sat.

"Well we weren't really lying,were we,we are going to a meeting,just a slightly different kind of meeting and...yeah I don't know why I said it was "slightly different" I'm in a secret relationship with an Osmond who is going to be there and we are going to talk about our problems....haha,lord help me",Michael rambled quietly feeling the nerves take over him.

"Ssshhh Michael,you want the chaffeur to hear you exciting yet risky love story,get in the car before you spill any more beans",Diana sighed,ushering him towards the shiny, black vehicle to his seat in the back.

The buildings they whizzed past were very pleasing on the eye. But the population was crowded and busy at the moment.
Everything seemed very up to date.
Flashing signs, bustling crowds,their laughter and smiles becoming infectious to the lad watching them from the comfort of his seat.

"Put your hat and glasses on Michael,last thing we need is the press and crazy fangirls",Diana demanded,shoving a beanie with navy blue sunglasses into his large hands as she too began to sort herself a hat.

Coming to a halt,they swung forward then back despite the seatbelt.

"We're here Miss Ross",The chaffeur mumbled, opening the door like a true gentleman for Diana and Michael. They nodded in a courteous manner before curiously and cautiously eyeing the building infront of them.

Chipped wood hung from worn out nails keeping the roof just about afloat. Windows steamed up with condensation that didn't seem to be the kind that evaporated as you touched it.
Vines grew around it,almost strangling it.

This place was different to what they had expected that's for sure.

"Maybe it's nice on the inside",Diana smiled weakly,grimancing from almost stepping in what looked to be feces.

"They said it was top notch...what fibbers, wait maybe we are in the wrong place",Diana suggested, strutting away from the gravel steps,peering a closer look at the sign.

"What are y'all doing",A voice suddenly laughed making both idols jump out of their skin.

"We were wondering if this is the right place for em psychologists and  therapists who help children....this doesn't look like the picture though",Diana groaned suddenly recognizing the brown mop of hair mostly covered by the cap.

"Donny you made it",Diana smiled relieved as Michael shyly walked over to him.
"Why you being shy,look at me instead of being best friends with the ground",Donny laughed,lifting Michael's small chin with his two fingers. They let out sighs of lust.

"I'm sorry,I'm just so nervous,I've never spoken fully about how I've felt before", Michael whispered,playing with the buttons on Donny's leather jacket.

"I don't think this is even the place,what a load of bullshit",Diana snapped until the door behind them creaked open.

A middle aged man with a younger woman stood in the doorway. "We have visitors...welcome to our help center for children,not had any people here in quite a while",The man  said in a depressed manner.

"Ahhh your em Makaylah Duncan right",The woman chirped up as it was obvious Diana had requested some sort of appointment.

"Yeah I am her... it's quite different to the picture isn't it", Diana laughed but it was clear to everyone she wasn't happy about the turn of events.

Michael and Donny let out awkward chuckles as they walked after her into the what looked to be abandoned, building.

A sharp chill quickly crept into the air.