The Inheritor

*First Session*

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

NOAH's POV

Here i was sitting here irritated inside of a brown office , my mom had made me get therapy despite how much i begged her that i could control my anger but she refused.

Today was my first session with Mr.Blake the man was okay but i didn't want to be here , we sat in silence for about twenty minutes "what do you think is wrong with you" was his first fucking question i chuckled "theirs nothing wrong with me what type of question is that" he sighed then sat his clip board down "listen here kid i could be doing better shit then sitting here with someone who keeps glaring at me so again what do you think is wrong with you" i had to hold in my laugh i actually liked him he had the balls to tell me off even after what my mom told him i could do but i guess i could be honest with him my parents are spending their money "i maybe have some anger issues" i told him he nodded then folded his hands eyeing me as if he could read through me "why do you think you have those issues usually some things happens for someone to act out the way you do so what triggered those issues of yours" i stayed quiet i didn't want to talk much about my life which is why i told my mom i would try on my own , theirs just some things that i wouldn't want to remember

"When you keep things to yourself it makes things worse it doesn't matter how long ago it was  , i can tell that something has happened that you don't want to talk about but that might be what's wrong with you , that might be why your so angry i want you to let it all out it'll help and i swear to you on all of my pups whatever you say to me will stay between us"

"can i smoke" i asked he nodded then i pulled out a blunt from my fanny pack and lit it up i closed my eyes then inhaled held it for a few seconds then exhaled 

"I was six when i started training with this man name Daniel he helped me get my powers under control , he was nice , honest and strict when it came to training me and he made it to easy while explaining everything to me anyway i was twelve when i got my first burn to the back he was training me hard this day and when i messed up he aimed a small fire ball at my back i screamed and tried to help myself but failed he finally had put water on my burning back  'if you can't learn this then how the fuck will you be able to protect yourself or your mate' he yelled and Yanked me back to my feet and we tried again , that day i went home with a burning back but thankfully my wolf healed me it was just small little burns left , my parents never noticed even though i didn't tell them i still should feel like they should have at least noticed something was off about me but they didn't , dad continued running his business while daddy maintained the pack , mom was always around asking if we were okay and she was doing everything right except checking our bodies and having those one on one talks everytime she tried it we was around one of my dad's and i didn't want to talk to them i wanted to talk to her alone so i could ask her is this how i'm suppose to be treated by a man who is teaching me but i never got the chance" i told him as i continued to smoke my blunt it was calming me slightly

"So you started acting out hoping you would get their attention" i nodded and he sighed "you shouldn't have went through that - that man was wrong and he scarred you for life and you had the right to act out when your a kid that's all that you could think of to get your love ones attention" he was fucking right "if you will ever see that man again now what would happen" i clenched my jaw it's been plenty of nights of me dreaming about that Bastard i wanted to kill him "i'll kill him" i stated he only nodded "how do you deal with your parents and how do you think they look at you" i leaned back on the couch and ran my hands through my hair "i don't really deal with them cause i'm never really around them and i feel like my dad thinks i'm just a trouble maker that fucks up our picture perfect family" "why do you think that" he asked with raised brows and a tilted head "the way he looks at me tells me everything i need to know " he handed me a ashtray and i put out my blunt

"What about your mom" he asked and i gave him a small smile "despite the trouble i cause she always shows me that she still loves me after i've done something stupid she would at least ask me am i okay before she grounds me".

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After my session in therapy i went home to Rocky and laid under him all day therapy was overwhelming and exhausting despite that i kind of felt relief .