Therapy Session // zyle (zoe +kyle) fanfic ahs

Chapter 3.

sorry i took so long to update xx i felt nobody was reading it but im just gonna write it for the few that are reading it, tysm ;)

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There is no point in being here anymore; I got pulled from the coven. And now I'm sitting in this house with a strange woman telling me what to do.

"Zoe, I know it's tough but I'm your foster mom now! We're gonna have so much fun!" the tall, obviously dyed blonde smiled a quirky grin.

I rolled my eyes and dragged my bags upstairs to my temporary bedroom. It's going to be temporary.

After countless hours of court, somehow I am under the custody of this stay at home mom.

I take out my phone and dial my mother's number.

"Hello?" I said.

"Violet! Are you ok?" she said.

"Why aren't I at home with you?"

"The government. I can't explain anymore, there's things that you should and shouldn't know."

"Like what, mother?"

"I love you sweetie, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bye."

-hangs up-

I unpack my clothing into the closet and explore the house a little. The place is nice, actually. It's slightly bigger than my house but nothing that is spectacular.

"Hello," a little boy peeps behind the stairs.

"Hi! What's your name?" I ask the 5 year old boy.

"My name is Lucas. You are Zoe!" he laughs.

I tickle him and smile. He's so cute. I just wanna eat him.

My stomach growls af. I still don't know who else I'm living with from this moment on.

"Zoe, you hungry yet? There's dinner," the mother said.

"Coming," I scream and quickly run down the stairs and sit down with the rest of the family.

"I made taco salad, if you're vegan we have other stuff in the fridge," she said with a mouth full of meat.

"I'm sorry but what is your name?" I say, a little bit irritated. "I've only been here for a few nights and you act like you're my mother. Why aren't I even living with my mother? I just-"

"Well I'm sorry! If you need anything just ask," she looks down. "My name is Serendipity. Call me Dipper."

I spit out my food and start laughing so hard. Dipper?! What kind of name is that?! HAHA.

Dinner is awkward for rest of the night. I learned that Dipper was a single mom with Lucas, his only son. She couldn't get pregnant with her ex-husband before they broke up, so she wanted to foster children. That's when she adopted Lucas for herself. Apparently I'm her 7th foster child.

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The wind is quite strong tonight, I can't sleep to the sound of it pounding on my window. This place isn't as bad as I anticipated. The mother seems pretty chill, and the little boy is so fucking adorable.

But there is one question left unanswered.

Why am I here?

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I awaken to Dipper shaking me.

"Wake up! Mr. Spencer is here for you," she says.

Who the hell is he? It's only 10am, 5 more minutes.

Shit now I can't sleep.

I changed into sweatpants and quietly walked down the stairs to look for a man.

In the sitting room, there is a tall blond boy in a suit and tie. He's wearing thick black glasses with a pen in his mouth, until he see's me peeping in the corner.

"Hi Zoe, sit down, please!" he smiles and pats the seat across from him.

"Hi, are you Mr. Spencer?" I ask shyly. My cheeks are probably flushed right now.

"Yes, ma'am you guessed correctly!" he laughs and rubs his chin. "Well let's start with why I'm here."

I can't help but daze when I stare into his eyes. His fuzzy blond hair makes him look like a teddy bear, awh.

"All you need to know is that being a witch is a minority. Human home, human powers. You never know what your powers can do to yourself or someone else."

He puts his hands on my knees to get my attention. I can't help but keep gushing. Then I realize what he's trying to say. He's going to magically get rid of my witch powers.

"Wait, you're going to magically get rid of my witch powers? I know how to control them, you can't do that," I frown.

"I know, I'm getting hella paid though," he winks. "But honestly, I have to try my best to do what I can. You and I are the same in most ways."

I am concerned. At least he knows what he was asked to do is nonsense.

"So we're gonna start with some simple questions, just be honest here. It's just you and me," he says.

I nod as he opens his notebook filled with questions.

"Has your magic ever harmed anyone including yourself?" he asks.

"No." I answer.

"Do you feel depressed for any reason?"

"Hell no," I say. "Okay this is pointless. I've never hurt anyone before, I wouldn't have the guts to that."

Mr. Spencer writes down everything into his notebook, word for word. He closes the book angrily. He lets out a big exhale and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry was I not specific enough? Or-" I ask.

"No, this case is bullshit. In my opinion, you can't change the fact that you were born with witch powers. You can only mask it. Like being gay, for example," he says.

"True as fuck. Please don't make my life a living hell please," I laugh.

"So when did you first find out that you were a witch?" he asks.

"Funny story. I actually, uh-" I look to the floor. "Was about to frickle frackle with a dude. And I killed him."

Mr. Spencer's jaw drops.

"I know right? I wasn't expecting it. When I have vaginal sex with someone, they suffocate to death." I say. {a/n: i dont actually know what happens when zoe fucks ppl ok}

"I'm sorry for your loss then," he can't help but laugh. "I'm sorry, forgive me."

"Nah it's fine. He didn't mean anything."

We chat for 15 minutes about life. Just life. Meaningful conversations that I haven't had with anybody in a long time.

"Well it was a great first session," he gets up and shakes my hand. "I'm Kyle by the way."

"Kyle. Kyle Spencer." I whisper. "Okay well see you...?"

"See you next week on Tuesday at 6pm."

He packs his briefcase and smiles at me one more time before leaving the front door.

Kyle Spencer.