CALUM'S P.O.V.
Michael suggested we wait a week or so before the next session since I hadn't been cooperating. And before the session she took my phone. I sat down in my usual spot and Michael sternly looked at me. "Today your gonna cooperate." I was surprised at his words. I nodded though, and he leaned back in his chair. "What do you need to tell me?" I bit my lip. "I listened to music." He got up and grabbed my arm. "I'm not doing this shit with you. What do you need to tell me, and why are you here." I tried prying his fingers off my arm, I was scared at his sudden roughness. "M-my dad left us when I was little." I squeaked out and let go of me.
He sat down and I furrowed my eyebrows. "You have no right to handle me like that." He chuckled. "You liked it." I gasped. "I did not! How dare you say that to me?" He didn't respond. "Excuse me!" I slammed my hand on his desk. "Don't be dramatic." He said. "You touched me in a rough way. You could go to jail for that!" All he did was laugh. "You wouldn't dare."
I shut up then, because he was right. I was never a snitch, even in this scenario. As soon as our session ended I bolted out the room. I didn't wait for my mum and I left the building and got in the car. She quickly followed and got in. "What was that Calum?" I shrugged. "Just wanna go home, I guess."
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The Therapist [boyxboy] [Malum]
RomanceThere's a therapist, and there's a patient. It's pretty straight forward, you talk about your problems or things you need to get out. They listen and give you advice, and that should be the end of it. But, not with Michael and Calum, there sessions...
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