The Stolen Brothers

Chapter 4: Therapy and Walter the Police Man Game

Milo Pov

I ran the last fifteen miles across a large track. My lungs feel like they're on fire. I walked over to the bleachers where my father was sitting drinking a beer.

"You want something to drink?" He asked me, I nodded hoping for a water bottle he opened a cooler and grabbed a beer and he popped the lid off.

"Here you are." He said, handing me the beer. I gulped and looked at the drink horrified. I heard about drinking this type of weird drink. It makes you feel funny.

"Go on, drink it." He told me, I took a deep breath and took a sip of it and almost puked. " I want you to chug it and if I see you spit out any of it, even a drop I'll beat you all the way till tomorrow." He threatened, tears swam around my eyes as I looked at the bottle.

I slowly raised the bottle to my lips and began chugging it without stopping. I couldn't stop or else I'd face the consequences.

I could hear my father laughing as I dropped the empty bottle on the cement and I began seeing black spots until I couldn't see anything else other than darkness.

"Hey Milo, are you okay?" Grace asked me, as she placed the root beer down in front of me. "Um, I'm not thirsty." I told her, and she gave me a confused look.

"Then how come you asked for a drink?" She asked me, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I then shrugged and she sighed and put the can back in the fridge then closed the door.

"You sure you don't want a drink?" She asked me, and I nodded. "Yes, just leave me alone jeez you're so fucking annoying." I told her, and she gasped. "Milo, that was very rude of you." She said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Please, you don't know what rude is." I said, and she scoffed. "You're grounded." She told me, and I rolled my eyes. Jeez I've only been here for a month and I'm already grounded.

"So what, you're gonna cut off my food supply and isolate me from the world? Well, go ahead, it won't be the first time I've been locked up in some hell hole!" I shouted at her, then I ran upstairs and into Eli's room then slammed the door closed.

"What's wrong?" Eli asked me, I shook my head and laid down on the bed beside Noah. "Nothing, just me and Grace arguing." I told him, and he nodded understandingly.

"You do know our first therapy session starts in twenty minutes so we have to get ready." Eli told us, and I groaned why can't anyone let me rest?

"What's therapy?" Noah asked, and we shrugged. "Hell if I know." I said, as I put my shoes on I then heard the bedroom door open. There stood Wyatt holding his car keys.

"Wanna ride with me or dad?" He asked us, and I pointed at him, then grabbed Noah's arm and we followed him out the door, down the stairs, out of the house and into the car.

"So is dad coming with us?" I asked him, and he nodded. "What's therapy?"

"Therapy is something that helps you." He answered, and I nodded. "Like medicine?" I asked, he chuckled but nodded.

"Yes, like medicine." He said, shaking his head as he smiled. We then stopped at a big building and we walked inside.

"Are you the Johnson family?" The woman asked us, and we nodded. "Follow me." She said, and brought us to a colorful door and on the door it had a small sign that says play therapy.

"Noah and Milo, you will be in this room alright." The lady told us, and Eli looked at her confused. "I won't be in there with them?" He asked her, and she shook her head.

"No sorry but you will be in this room with Mrs. Jeannette." She said, pointing to a room close to the play therapy. He nodded, and walked into the different room.