Only Saving Grace I Ever Had (Kellic)

Chapter Two

*Flashback*
"Vic!" I heard the cheerful blonde headed kid shriek as I chased after him on the church playground.

I laughed as I continued to chase him, he was running directly towards the monkey bars.
Craig knows I'm too scared to climb them.

"Craig, that's not fair!" I called, laughing still.

"It's fair to me" he called back as he jumped onto the bars, saving himself from being tagged.

Craig is my very best friend, but sometimes he just isn't fair at all.

I glanced over to where my mother and Craig's were sitting.
My mother doesn't have a lot of friends, so she really enjoys having Craig's mom, Craig's mom makes the best cheesecake.

Craig + Vic = Best Friends
Craig's mom + my mom = Best Friends

I think it's pretty cool.
Craig's dad isn't really here much, Craig really doesn't like his dad but I don't know why. Craig's dad is always nice, he always gets Craig new toys.

Maybe Craig doesn't like his dad because his dad treats him like a baby.
His dad still helps him change clothes, isn't that weird? Craig can change by himself.
*End Of Flashback*

(Vic's POV)

"Have a nice day! Good work today" Mr.Mosier, my boss called in his cheery tone as he always did at the end of my shift. I smiled back at him and waved.

"I'll see you tomorrow" I called back to him.

Now I just need to get this appointment over with. In this moment I feel like a walking earthquake. Things don't feel very stable right now.
Why?
Relax. It's just an hour of talking to a strange man..
Yep. Walking earthquake.

This was clearly a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't show?

No. I need to show up, I don't want to be rude. If I was going to cancel I should've done that earlier.
I debated the appointment until I parked my car outside the small two story building.

My appointment is at Five and its Four Forty Five.

Breathe.
You don't have to tell him anything.

When I walked in the building, the first thing I saw was a set of stairs, a sign read "adult therapy"
I slowly walked up the stairs, hearing the Echo every time I made a move.

As soon as I got upstairs my eyes landed on a door that said "Mrs.Carey"
The next door said "Mr.Quinn"

In between the two doors was a small waiting area, there were chairs, books, magazines, and a lot of toys. Soft music was playing through a radio.

It was nice set up and it made me a little less nervous about going once I got there.
I still don't know what I'm going to say.

My family is usually pretty holistic when it comes to health care. We don't go to the doctor unless we absolutely have to go, that's Just the way my family always was. I don't mind going to the doctor, I think it's a lot healthier.
My mom was always weird about them though.

I wonder what my mom would think about me going to a therapist. She would probably wonder why. Everyone would wonder why.
No one knows why.

Will my mom give up on me one day when she realizes that the lunch plans will never actually happen? That I'll keep saying I'm too busy or rescheduling just to reschedule again?

Why am I doing this to my poor mother? She deserves the world.
She raised me, took care of me, fed me, worked so hard to make sure I had a roof over my head, and I don't even go to lunch with her.
Would she notice the bags under my eyes? Or the lack of enthusiasm in my voice?
Would she notice that her son is fading?