Perfect strangers *Zarry*

Chapter 2.

Zayn was bored out of his wits wishing he could be anywhere but having to endure a therapy session and being asked same questions about his past, mood and feelings.

However it was necessary for him to be there as that session was mandatory and an order given by a judge from a court ruling for his anger management.

He'd caught his boyfriend cheating and blew a gasket. In summary, things were on fire by Zayn. Police got involved, he was arrested.

"Zayn, you wanna talk about how you're feeling?" The therapist asked looking at him.

Zayn was looking down flicking through his phone. "I don't feel like talking."

"Can I ask why don't you feel like talking?"

"What's there to talk about? I've been coming here for months by now you know about my life, my childhood, my friends and sleeping pattern and on the last session I believe you came to the conclusion that I'm a deluded psychopath."

The therapist frowned, "I didn't conclude you're a deluded psychopath. Where did you get that from?"

Zayn lifted his head to look at her. "Last time I was here, which happen to be two days ago, mid session you excused yourself to go make coffee leaving your notepad on the desk open. You were gone a while I thought you ran out of milk and had to go buy some and frankly I wasn't bothered. I had a peep at your notes saw you wrote, deluded psychopath about me."

"What you saw had nothing to do with you, Zayn. And what I written, Delusional Rantings of a Psychopath, is a book a friend recommended for me to read then tell them my thoughts on it." The therapist explained a smile on her face. "Thats why you gone frosty on me all of a sudden? You thought that was about you?"

"I don't care what people think about me as long as they are not two faced about it. I can take criticism. I welcome it in fact." Zayn said with a shrug. "So if you think I'm a psychopath then tell it like it is. If not to me then to the judge so he can sentence me to go to the jail instead I'm sick of coming here. No offence."

"Zayn, I understand you must hate coming here. But you have anger issues going to jail won't solve them, the judge knew thats why he recommended attending 200 hours of therapy_"

Zayn scoffed, "You have to admit that's crazy lot of hours. Coming here is a jail sentence. What if I don't want to come here, what would happen then?"

"Well, you accepted the deal to go to therapy and that's been logged officially in your court file, wanting to opt out now would be viewed as failure to comply to that ruling and would result in nine months jail sentence." The therapist explained.

"Sounds good to me." Zayn said. "I rather spend nine months in jail than come here two hours a day, two days a week for exact amount of months. Inform the judge I'm failing to comply and let's shut this down."

The therapist sighed, "Zayn, going to jail will not help you getting to grips managing your anger, all you'll get out of it is a criminal record that will follow you for the rest of your life and can hinder you, be it when you're applying for a job or university or even driver's licence or a loan_"

"Imma interrupt you there before the list of things that will be following me goes on." Zayn said. "First of all I'm not going to uni. Secondly, if you hadn't worked it out my dad is loaded I've got enough money in a trust fund to last me ten years without a job. But lastly I do have a job already as COO in my dad's company, a job I have been in training for from age of 13. While other kids were mucking about in the park with friends I had to learn about etiquettes and perfecting my golf swing since ten years old. Going to jail is the welcome break I need but my dad is always trying to stop me enjoying myself all the freaking time." He huffed frustrated.