Secret Santa (BoyxBoy)

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"Honey, what's that?" My mom asked, pointing to my arm. Shit, I forgot to put a sweater on and unfortunately for me the bruise was forming very nicely on my arm.

"Nothing." I said, shrugging. I tried playing it off, shoving my arm under the table so I it was out of view.

"That's not nothing. That bruise is shaped like a hand print. Bruises don't just magically form in the shape of a hand." My mom said.

"Mom, seriously, it's nothing. If this is all we're going to talk about I'll be done eating and go upstairs." I said, getting annoyed.

"Honey, you know we're just trying to look out for you. If you need to talk about—"

"I'm excusing myself." I said cutting her off. I got up from the table, pushed my chair in and walked up the stairs. I heard them whisper as I left the room, obviously talking about me.

If you haven't noticed by now I love to run from confrontation. I just hate when when they try to pry into my person life. Like, leave me alone. Yes, I'm having a little problem with this bullying stuff, but I can deal with it myself!

Well, maybe I can't quite deal with it yet, but it's not the end of the world if I don't deal with it. He's actually letting up these days. The reason is unknown, but I'm definitely not complaining.

I groaned, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. I waited patiently until my mother stepped into the room, a concerned look on her face.

"I think it's time you see the therapist again." She said seriously.

"What? Why?" I groaned. There's nothing wrong with me. Yes, I'm getting bullied. Yes, I get hit every once and a while. But, I didn't need to see a therapist in my opinion.

"You're going." She said. "End of discussion."

"I'm not going. I hate it there and she just talks down on me like I don't know what I'm talking about." I said. Dr Adyanka is my therapist. I haven't gone to see her in a few weeks, which I thanked God for, but I guess my luck just ran out.

"Because you don't." She said. "Just go, you need to talk about this to somebody Mason. And if it's not me it's her."

"I'm not going." I said crossing my arms across my chest. I'm not going to see her, I have nothing to talk about, I refuse. She's going to have to drag me in there!

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"So how are you feeling today Mason?" She asked smiling. My mother ended up literally dragging me here against my will. But just know, I'm not happy being here at all.

"Fine." I said bluntly. She gave me that look like she knew I was lying, but nodded her head anyways.

"Your mother told me about a bruise on you arm. May I see it?" She asked. I had work a long sleeve hoodie on purpose so that it wouldn't be seen, but I guess it's not forgotten.

"Ugh there's nothing there so—"

"Show me the bruise please Mason. Just for a second." She said, he tone stern.

I groaned, pushing my sleeve up. The bride had changed in color now, taking on a slight yellow tinge. It wasn't as defined as before, but you can still clearly tell it was shaped like a hand. I looked at her and her face had dropped, but she quickly returned back to her fake happy demeanor.

"Okay. That's all I had to see." She said. I pushed my sleeve down quickly, hugging myself for comfort.

"Was it him again?" She asked. I nodded slowly, biting my lip. She doesn't know his name, obviously, but she's been trying to figure that out since the first day I got here.

"Do you ever just get really mad at him and want to explode? Do you ever just want to let those feeling out Mason?" She asked.

"The i my emotion I feel that invoked him is pain. Physical pain." I said honestly.

"No anger?"

"Not really. Like yeah, I'm angry after he beats me up, but after a while I'm over it. He mostly confuses me. Especially recently." I said, talking fluently. I do not like this lady, but I will admit it feels kinda good to just talk about it without having to hold my tongue really. Besides his name anyways.

"What's been happening recently?" She asked.

"Well, the other day he dragged me into the janitors closet to beat me up, and I had been expecting a firm beating but he just let me go for no reason. Then, yesterday he stopped me on the hallway and talked to me. He actually held a conversation with me without hitting me, well, besides my arm I wasn't hurt. I'm just in shock." I said. "If I would have told Kelsy all of this she would've just brushed it off and told me to tel a teacher.

"And why haven't you told anyone yet?" She asked for the millionth time in my life.

"Because I don't want to." I said.

"But why don't you want to? Is he threatening you not to tell? Or is there something else?" She asked.

"I mean...he threatens me a little bit but not a lot. I never take that seriously anyways, so that's not the case. I just...I don't know, the thought of telling someone just isn't appealing to me." I said.

Honestly that's what I thought. Whenever people tel me to tel an adult I get scared really fast. I just don't want to.

"Okay. When are you going to tell me who this boy is Mason? I wouldn't tell anyone and you know that." She said. She's such a damn liar, I know she tells my parents everything that goes on in here.

"Yeah, I know that but I just don't want to." I said. She nodded her head again, writing something on her paper.

"Okay, moving on to a different question. Why do you think he's acting different?" She asked.

"I-I don't know. He just stared at me and randomly changed emotions. Whether it be annoyed or angry or sad, and I don't I really like why." I haven't even really thought about why he's been acting different, he just has. I haven't found the courage to actually ask him. Maybe I should...

"What're you thinking about?" She asked.

"I was thinking I should ask him why he's acting differently." I said.

"And bow do you think that'll work out?" She asked.

"I dunno, he might actually tell me what's happening, or he's going to beat me up. Or just ignore me." I said.

"And what happens if he beats you up?"

"Then he beats me up." I said simply. She still doesn't get it to this day. Yes, the beatings used to get to me and take a toll on me physically and mentally, but nowadays it's just not affecting mr anymore. I'm numb to it.

She signed in frustration, writing on that pad again. "Okay, let's move on to something else."

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"How'd it go?" My mom asked as I got into her car.

"The same as every single time I go there. I sit there and she asks me the same things over and over again, and she gets the same answer from me. It's nothing different. Honestly you're wasting your money on these sessions." I said.

"It's not a waste, you need it." She said sharply.

"I don't need it anymore. I used to. I don't do that anymore." I said.

"I don't believe you."

"Well believe it. I don't do that anymore." I repeated. I hate that she doesn't trust me. Yeah I've done some things on the past to warrant the distrust, but That was in the past. Im older now.

Whatever, I'm just gunna focus on figuring out what's going on with Ryker.