His (Book 1) {Currently EDITING}

Sixteen (Part One) *Edited*

The next morning I awoke to my phone ringing. I blindly and groggily scrambled for it. I peeked at my clock and saw that it was six AM. This better be important, or Someone's head was about to roll!

"Hello?"

"Hello... Doctor Coleman?"

"Christopher? What's the matter?"

"Could I see you please? I really need someone to talk to." He said

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.

"Sure Christopher. Where are you now?"

"Outside of your office."

I got out of my bed.

"Alright I'll be there in a few. Hang tight."

I hung up and got dressed in some sweats and a comfortable shirt, grabbed a light jacket and then packed some other clothes for later. Once I left the house I was at the office in about twenty minutes. And low and behold I saw Christopher in his car. It was way too early for this, but hey, this is what we promised. I grabbed all of my things and then walked up to his car. Once he saw me he cut off the engine and got out.

"Good morning Christopher." I greeted

"Morning Doctor."

We both walked inside and took the stairs because the elevator was not on.

"What's been going on?" I asked him

"Look... about our date tonight."

"Mhm." I commented as we walked up the stairs

"Do you mind if we do it another time? I know I only saw you just a few days ago but there's been things happening."

We finally reached our floor and proceeded to go into my office. He entered behind me and shut the door.

"Okay, things like what?"

"I just found out yesterday that my little brother died in a car crash six months ago and I wasn't even told."

"Oh my goodness...I am sorry to hear that."

He sat down heavily in the chair, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"He was always the best kid you know? He didn't deserve this." He said more to himself

I grabbed my notes on him and started writing as he talked.

"And the worst part? Big brother was too busy in Iraq fighting for my country, when I should've stayed home and been with my family. I mean I can never ever get over the fact that my little brother needed me... and I wasn't there. I was too busy saving other families when I should've saved mine."

"Christopher... you can't blame yourself for this, you can't. This was something that no one could've predicted or stopped."

He stood and started pacing the room.

"It's not just that he died... but because I was not told about it. My family actually thought that I would benefit from not knowing that my brother died. I mean, did they think I wouldn't remember that I had a little brother?"

"Well... though they weren't right, you have to understand how bad of a place you were in last year. They just wanted to protect you."

"But doc-"

"Listen to me Christopher, remember when you first came to me? You were in bad shape.... you even tried killing yourself, do you remember that?"

He looked at me with pained eyes.