Session twelve: Kickboxing.

1 0 0
                                    

– Where did she go? – I ask and sit beside Oliver.

– Home, I guess. She simply said "I gotta go" and blasted. – I stay quiet and look at the grass – They did a great job with this field, huh?

– I guess...

– Do you want to tell me what happened?

– Do I have to?

– Pretty much, yeah.

– Well, resuming, I'm a mistake to my mother, a trash to my father, a disappointment to my sister and the cause of death of my grandparents...

– They said those things to you?

– Surprise, surprise...

– Did they know...?

– I don't think so...

– And now?

– Now they do. I practically shoved that to their faces.

We stay quiet for a few seconds.

– So, Ulisses... – He says – What happened there?

– I really shouldn't tell you...

– Oh, please! You know you should tell me everything.

– Hm... Kickboxing.

– Kickboxing? Like in kicks and punches kickboxing? You?

– I feel flattered.

– I'm sorry it's just that seems impossible. – I roll my eyes and smile.

– Three years and a half.

– Really?

– Yeap. Before I met you guys.

– Then why did you let yourself be kicked that way?

– My coach always told me not to use my "skills" in public.

– Your coach, huh?

– My grandfather.

– I see it now...

We stay quiet again.

– Do you think this will pass one day? – He asks.

– Maybe. I really hope so... I didn't survive so many suicide attempts to continue miserable.

– How many?

– Five, counting with the time Ulisses threw me through the art room's window.

– He... What? – I shudder – Are you immortal?

– Perhaps...

After a few hours of talking trash, we head to my house. As soon as I open the door, I spot my family, except Maira and Jason, sitting in an "intervention" way.

– Noah... – Mom starts and they all stand – We need to talk to you.

I simply stare at her. This better not be an intervention.

– It's about your... Um... – She continues.

– My?

– Your behavior since a few months from now... – Maria says.

– Oh. Okay. – I sit down – Enlighten me. How has my behavior been?

– I think I gotta head home... – Oliver says.

– No, Oliver. Stay. I think you also need to hear this... – Mom says.

Oh, this is going to be good.

Me, My Shrink And LisaWhere stories live. Discover now