Not Ready

≈Chapter VI :

Los Angeles,

•06/05 {Friday, 12:46 P.M}

~*~ Docia ~*~

"So, are you happy with your acts ? " I asked my nephew sarcastically with my hands on my hips. I was pissed off right now. This little boy was playing way too much with life and one day it won't end as good as it did today. I still couldn't believe it though. 

Ryver was arrested. 

How can an eleven years old end his day in a police station ? 

By being approached by a racist policeman and hanging out with the wrong people. His mother didn't know what to do anymore with him and I was completely lost with him. I didn't know what was going on with him and what exactly was on his mind to act like this. I tried to enter in his head with my therapist skills, but since my friends and family know about my profession, they learned how to totally closed up and hide behind their protective wall. Yes, sometimes I could get in without problem, but if a person doesn't want you to read them and do their possible for it to not happen, they will succeed in it.

But all of this always finishes by breaking. 

And for some, sooner than later. 

But Ryver was a hardheaded...like this ex-con. I rolled my eyes just thinking about him. The year with him will be long. And if he thought that I didn't realize that he was telling me bullshit during the whole session, he thought wrong. I wasn't stupid. But I didn't care though and let him talk while nodding my head. As long as his P.O had what he wanted, we were good. But if one day, Mr.Willkingston decides to confess, I'll be a good listener and I'll try to help him the best I'll be able to.

I shook my head to get him out of my mind. 

Why was I even thinking about him, out of the session ? 

"Can we go home ? "

He said that with that annoying nonchalant tone of voice and I only get madder at him. It wasn't even affecting him to have been thrown in a cell for a hour and a half, "Are you..." I was at lost of words, "You know what...maybe I should bring you back there and let them put you in a juvenile detention center. Maybe you will finally learn something."

"I did nothing ! " He raised his voice, "I was in the wrong place and at the wrong time ! "

"They found marijuana on you. How do you explain this, Ryver ? "

He shrugged, "I didn't even know I had it on me ! "

"Lower your voice ! "

"Aunt D, this is the truth and the only truth. I'm a victim in this."

"Yes...Like when you were drunk." Yes, it did happen. Incredible, right ? And however it was the reality. Short story, he and his best friend wanted to know how alcohol tastes, so they first stole a bottle at the corner store and then drank it until the last drop. I was downstairs and noticed none of this until I went to his room to check up on them and that's when I saw both laying on the floor laughing their asses off and the bottle of Vodka was in the middle of them, completely empty. 

Ryver was a good boy, I knew it, but he had very bad friends who were influencing him in the wrong way and leading him in the wrong path of life. I was scared for him. All of this could end very badly. 

He puffed, "I thought we put this episode in the past."

"I will never forget what I saw this day. You need to find yourself a new set of friends. And if y-"