"Jake?" Bree says after placing two knocks on his door, she then comes in. "Hey, how you feeling?" Bree asks sitting on the bed as him facing his back, but he's facing away.
"get me off these meds. please bree. please."
"You know I can't, but you have therapy is in thirty so start getting dressed." Bree then gets up and closes the door behind her. "Fucking bitch." Jake tries to find the energy to get up and get dressed, but he decides pajama pants and a black hoodie is good enough and heads downstairs.
~Therapy~
There are 5 other teens in the waiting room with the exact same black hoodie over their heads and some comfortable pants and 5 other parents looking hopeful and praying for the same thing: Cure my kid.
"Jake Wheeler?" The receptionist asks for and they look up. "Dr. Blake will see you now."
"Hi Jake, I'm Asher and I'll be your therapist for as long as you need, take a seat." Asher says and Jake think he's way too perky to be a therapist. "So, am I your first therapist?" "Guess." Jake says coldly. He sitting on a couch across from Asher with his elbow supporting his head on the arm rest. "Jake, why are you here?" Asher asks. "My aunt and uncle made me come." "Why? What happened?" Asher then puts down his notepad which makes Jake feel a bit more comfortable.
"They figured out I was harming myself." Jake's not making eye contact anymore, he's looking at the ground or the window. "Why were you? I talked to your aunt beforehand and she said you were going good, you used your bed as a resting place instead of a tomb." Asher asks looking at Jake's eyes as they look at everything except his eyes.
"My dad was abusive drunk, he wasn't always like that. My mom and him were perfect together until she died and he just couldn't deal, it's not his fault. He couldn't deal with a depressed child with anxiety who barely ate, it was my fault. And for some reason everyone decided for me that my future would be living in my aunt and uncle's house, it's not fucking fair I could've decided for myself, but my life got better. I wasn't as depressed, I actually got out of the house and hung out with my friends and boyfriend until I dropped a damn glass cup and everyone's worried.It doesn't make sense fucking sense!" Jake finally looked up with tears in his eyes.
"Why does everyone think they can control my future?" "They don't think you're mentally capable of thinking for yourself. You'll get better and then you'll take back your life. Time's up, it's your choice 3 P.M. tomorrow." Asher says, Jake then gets up and leaves.
"So, how was it? I mean like are you going back?" Bree says and she's driving back home, but looking in the rearview mirror occasionally. "Yeah." Jake says looking out the window. "Yes, yes you are." Bree says happily knowing she didn't fail him.
~Wheeler's House(4)~
The two get home and Bree offers to DoorDash McDonald's, Jake says no, but Junior and Logan happily say yes. He heads up to his room with nothing, but a apple and someone he needed to see.
"Hey, Logan let me in." Devon says after sitting on his couch and now standing. "Aren't you a sight for these sore eyes." Jake then quickly goes in for a kiss which is very long and leaves them breathless. "How was it?" "Pretty good, actually. We talked, I wish I could tell everything though." Jake says sitting them both down. "Yeah, I decided to come over today to make sure you're okay and I missed you. Also, Gemella is dating Junior." Devon says quickly remembering that. "What the hell, he has a secret girlfriend. Oh shit! The dinner! How was it?" Jake says also remembering. "Meh, got to see Gemella, got homophobic comments, got weight comments, and my mom almost burnt the lasagna." Devon says making them both laugh at the last part.
"You seem......happier. Like the old you, I'm happy about that, the new meds must be treating you well." Devon says with a heartwarming smile that says 'It'll work out this time'.
"You know, it is Saturday 12:00 P.M. and we haven't a date in forever and I know you wanted to see the classroom made out of flowers that just opened. Wanna go?" Jake asks. "Yeah, I do." Devon says. Jake then reaches out his hand and they interlock fingers and walk out the room. "I do. I'll have you begging to say that when you turn 18." Jake says with a cheeky smile. "Oh yeah? You'll be begging me to delete the messages you sent me when you first got on your meds." Devon says quickly replacing Jake's smile with fear. "Messages? What messages?" "Ohhhh, you'll see it!"
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FanfictionJake, Devon, and Lexy finally defeated Chucky and can live their lives. Even though he won Jake can't stop thinking about everyone, His abusive dad and his mom. His guilt is catching up with him and falls into a deep depression and anxiety attacks a...
