Group Therapy

Thirty Six

Nolan

"We're going to be late to Foster's party but this is so worth it," I say once Bradley gets in my car.

"His party doesn't start until ten. We have two hours."

"This is intense spy work, mate. You never know how long it'll take."

We're sitting outside of the supposed house that Bradley dropped Olena off at. Whoever she is sleeping with is in that house.

We've been sitting here for a half hour an no one has gotten in or out of the house. It seems has though no one is home. So we're waiting until someone does get here.

"Look, there's a car pulling up," Brad says and a car pulls up in the driveway. The car is beat up and rusty.

"If this is the guy she is seeing than she is an idiot. He is obviously super broke and you are the exact opposite," I say.

"I didn't even know anyone around here is broke."

A lady, probably in her fifties, comes out of the car.

"Maybe that's her aunt," he says. The lady walks into the house.

"Well, let's find out," I say and open the car door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Bradley asks.

"Going to see if this is really her aunt or if she's playing you. Don't you want answers?"

"I guess," he says and gets outs the car.

We walk up to the house and knock on the door. The lady opens almost immediately.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, um my name is Bradley and this is my friend Nolan. I'm just wondering, do you know this girl? Her name is Olena," Bradley says. He's showing the lady's a picture of Olena on his phone.

"No, I'm sorry I don't."

"Do you have any sons or grandsons? Any around the age of sixteen or a little older?" I ask.

"Nope. Sorry."

"Thank you miss, sorry for bugging you,"Bradley says.

"That's okay. I hope you boys find what you're looking for." She closes the door and we start walking towards the car.

"Are you sure this was the house?"

"I'm positive. I remember the red door."

"How is that even possible?"

"I don't eve-," Bradley stops mid-sentence and is looking to his left.

"What is it?"

"Is that Mr. Young?"

I look and about five houses down, Mr. Young is getting out of his car.

I look back at Bradley.

"Are you thing what I'm thinking?"

"Probably. Let's go up to him," he says. I nod and we walk towards Mr. Young's house.

"Hey Mr. Young."

Mr. Young turns around and sees us. "Oh, hello boys."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. What about you guys?"

"We're doing great. We're actually conducting an experiment."

"What kind of an experiment?"

"It's a secret," Bradley says, obviously annoyed.