Blinding Hope (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

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Cheers to DawnSister for editing! :)

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"So, you've decided to return for a second session?" Were Doctor Ives' first words when Toby first entered the room a week later. Toby, unamused by the man's tone, pursed his lips tightly and closed the door harder than he had to. He walked across the spacious room and sat on the ugly maroon coloured couch, staring dully at the quack – no, psychologist. Toby had forgotten that he was supposed to use the 'professional' term.

"Have you had a thought about what we discussed during our last session?" Doctor Ives questioned after Toby had settled down.

"About how there's nothing wrong with me?"

Doctor Ives ignored him. "Let us move on, shall we? Today I wish to speak to you about your family."

"I don't have a family."

"I'm sure you do, Tobia-"

"It's Toby."

"Of course," Doctor Ives replied as he opened a note book and clicked his pen. "Your father."

"What about him?" Toby demanded.

"You like your father, right?"

"No, he's a cock face," Toby replied sarcastically. "He locks me in my room 6 days a week and starves me."

Doctor Ives didn't look impressed. "Toby, could you please cooperate?"

"Why the fuck should I? You're nothing but a fucking quack! My personal life is none of your business."

"I beg to differ. Your father is paying me good money to hear about your personal life."

"Go fuck yourself! I'm not going to stand here and -" Toby paused, staring at Doctor Ives in disbelief. "What are you holding?"

"This?" He asked. He smiled patronizingly. "This, Toby, is a book. You read them."

"I-I know what a fucking book is! The question is why are you holding my book?" Toby demanded.

"How do you know if it's your book?" He asked, eye brow raised. "Perhaps I enjoy delving into the tales of Gulliver's Travels."

Toby glowered at him, slowing going red in the face. "Because of the wear around the edges. It got bent at that particular angle because my dad accidentally placed the lounge on top of it."

"Huh, so it is yours," He mused, opening it up. He licked his pointer finger and turned the page. "The Tales of Gulliver's Travels."

"Give me the fucking book," Toby seethed through gritted teeth. He extended his arm with his palm up. Doctor Ives raised an eyebrow when he noticed it trembled.

"Mm... no, I really don't think I will," He mused as he skimmed the first page.

"Give me my fucking book!" Toby growled.

"Alright, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. If you agree to cooperate, then I will give you a book back - a single book each and every time you cooperate."

"What do you -" Toby's eyes widened comically. "Th-that's not the only..."

"Of course not. I contacted your father, and he agreed to let me... borrow your books."

"A-All of th-"

"All of them."

"You fucking son of a bi-"

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Toby let out a sound of distress when he heard the tear. He stared at Doctor Ives in disbelief.

The elder man looked unperturbed. "Oh dear, the page tore on me."

"You stupid son of a bitch-"

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"I'll fucking kill-"

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"Fuck-"

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When Toby said nothing else, Doctor Ives lowered the book, only to reveal a thinner book behind it. He showed Toby the torn page. "This time, I showed mercy. Next time you use that foul manner of speaking, I'll make sure the next book I tear is one of your own. Do you understand me?"

Toby didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was nod.

"Excellent. Then please be seated, and we will commence our session. Every time you cooperate, I will give you back a book of my choosing. If you refuse to cooperate, then... well, I'm sure you understand the consequences of that choice of action, hm?"

Toby shook as he sat down on the couch. He tightened his fists on his thighs and pursed his lips tightly, eyes narrowed dangerously at his psychologist. He had been backed into a corner. If he misbehaved, a book would be ripped. If he behaved, he would get a book back. He had no other choice but to do what the man said.

"Good," Doctor Ives smiled contently as he placed the book on his desk. He then picked up his notepad and pen and began to write. After a few moments, he stopped and looked back at Toby. "Now, before I was interrupted, we were speaking of your relationship with your father at this point in time."

"Right now?" He gritted out, eyes narrowing when the elder man nodded. "I fu-I despise him."

"And why is that?"

"You and I both know why." Toby hissed.

"Of course. You are angry at your father for agreeing to my plan. Trust me, though when I say that I had difficulties convincing him."

"He shouldn't have been convinced!"

"But he was. In the end, your welfare was more important to him than a couple of books." Doctor Ives finished. He glanced down at his watch and gave an inaudible sigh. "We have wasted a lot of time on the book issue, so I'm afraid that our session is almost up. Before you go, I would like you to think about your current relationship with your father. I want you to write the pros and cons of having him as a father. What are the good points of his fathering? What are the bad? Think about your childhood up until now. I expect you to have this chart ready for me by our next session. There are no right or wrong answers."

Toby only nodded.

"Excellent. Remember, if you behave next week, you will get a book back. You may go now."

Toby stood up without another word and stormed out of the building. He headed straight for the car, yanked the passenger door open and climbed in, slamming the door shut. He didn't look at his father.

"Toby? I understand that you may be mad, but -"

"Go fuck yourself on a metal pole!" Toby snarled as he yanked his seatbelt on. "And don't talk to me. I fucking hate you!"

"We had no other choice, Toby. You refuse to cooperate with anyone!" His father argued.

"Yes, well what you agreed to was low, Dad. It was so fucking low."

All conversation stopped at that sentence, silence engulfing them like a fire would a home. Anthony Flynn knew he had done the unforgivable, but he had been running out of options. Toby had turned into a disagreeable, rebelling child. He hated people, he hated conversation, he hated school. When he did bring home friends, they were people he never wanted his son to associate with, and when Toby was done with them, he'd hole up in his room, hurt.

He knew how important books were to his son- it was a trait he had gained from his mother. If this worked, and Toby opened up to what bothered him, then Anthony would be content that he had done the right thing.

One could only hope.