Angel Eyes (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2 - Here Comes a Thought

Monday - David's POV

"David! I want you in the car in five minutes!" The sound of his father yelling for him to get ready for his therapy session caused a groan to escape from the boy's mouth.

David lay sprawled out on his bed, dreading going to another session to talk about his feelings. It didn't help that his therapist felt so judgemental, even if she thought she was making him feel comfortable with her. David has been going to these sessions for a few months now regarding his temper and how he feels about his family, and to be honest, he was thankful that he could vent to his therapist about how he views his family. He felt safe knowing those discussions would only be kept between them both.

Eventually David pried himself off of his bed and stuffed his feet into his boots, already wishing Craig was back in his room so he could talk with his best friend and not have to leave. The boy pocketed his phone and pulled on his jacket before he left his room and lazily lumbered down the steps where his dad was waiting with his arms crossed. Now that his son was ready to leave, Thomas Reid immediately turned around and walked out of the house to wait in his car.

"Hi honey, how are you feeling?" Upon hearing his mother's voice, David felt his shoulders relax as he turned to give her a hug.

"Do I have to go?"

"Oh, Davey. Don't worry, it's going to be fine. Remember that you can stop the session any time you need to." David's mother, Darcy Reid, gave her son a gentle kiss on the forehead before leading him to the front door.

David reluctantly left the front steps and stomped along the path to his front door and down to his dad's car where the patriarch of the Reid family was waiting. The boy took his sweet time walking around the car before he opened the passenger side door and slumped down in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him with a gentle slam. As his father started the car and pulled away from the sidewalk and began to drive down the street, David quickly buckled his seatbelt and slowly sunk in his seat.

"I'm beginning to think that you don't want to go to these therapy sessions." David's eyes briefly snapped to glance at his father as he started a conversation with his son.

"I don't."

"Then why am I wasting my money on a therapist?"

"I don't know. You're the one who started paying for them."

"Well, forgive me for wanting to solve my son's anger issues."

"I don't have anger issues." David hated being told what problems people thought he had. They didn't know what he was going through or how he functioned, so who were they to say what he was and wasn't?

"You don't? Then I suppose you destroyed your room for fun then?"

"I didn't destroy my room! I broke a mirror and punched my wall, it wasn't that bad."

"David, you smashed your mirror and punched three holes in your walls. All because you had an argument with your girlfriend. You're never going to find someone if you're a danger to everyone."

That's it. That's all it took to cause the anger to slowly rise inside of David. Just that one word; danger. His father never failed to remind him how dangerous he was to his friends and family after every outburst, but David wouldn't dream of hitting someone during his fits of rage. It was the one thing he believed he had control over. Whenever he knew he was about to suffer from an outburst, he would avoid all eye contact with anyone nearby and focus his rage on anything else he could find that wouldn't hurt anybody.

The boy remained silent, not giving his father the pleasure of knowing he's getting a reaction out of his son. He spent the entire car ride to his therapists house with his arms folded over his chest while he glared outside the window at the people and places they passed during the drive. His grumpy face only dropped to a bored emotionless stare as his dad turned into the familiar street with the tall pastel coloured houses that resembled somewhere Barbie would live. The rows of houses were in the part of town where all the snobby uptight people lived, the prime case being his therapist.