Never Gonna Be Alone

Chapter 11---Challenges

Andrew walked out of Laten's room. Man, he was a tough kid to crack. They didn't really get anywhere. Andrew really wanted to make some progress. To move things along a little bit, but that never happened. Poor kid.

He walked into he living room where Chuck was at. "He's a tough kid to crack. I mean, I've had a lot of cases doing my line of work, but he's got to be the hardest."

Chuck just looked at him. "Want me to talk to him? Ask him to corporate?"

Andrew shook his head. "Better to have his anger directed toward me, then to cut again."

Chuck nodded his head in agreement. "I agree very much. But if he gives you too much of a hard time, let me know."

He shook his head again. "No need for that, Chuck. How did the school go?"

Chuck sighed. "They said they will take care of it."

"They hardly do anything."

Chuck shrugged. "So, what's the fee?"

Andrew shook his head. "No fee my friend. I insist. Your son needs help. That is all I care about."

Chuck nodded. "Well, thank you."

"No problem. I will see you again tomorrow then."

He nodded. "Yep. You too."

Andrew walked out.

Chuck sighed and walked to his son's room. He knocked on the door.

A voice inside answered him. "Come in."

He walked inside, and sat down on the bed. "I heard you gave him a hard time."

His son was laying down, facing the wall until his father came in the room. "I did. Because I don't trust him. He is a stranger. I will not tell all my personal problems to a stranger. I have a really bad feeling about him. You know the feelings Mom always got when something bad would happen or when something really good would happen?"

Chuck nodded. "Yea, I remember." How could he forget? Faith got called in to work. She kept telling him that she had a bad feeling. Truth be told, he did too.  He told her not to come in but she insisted. In the end, he finally gave in. If he knew that day, that he would never see her again, he would have tackled her down until she surrendered.

His son brought him back into reality. "Well, I have one of those."

Chuck sighed. That was never a good sign. "You need a counselor. I don't know who else to go to. He's a really good friend of mine. He would never hurt you."

"How about Mr. Danial?"

Chuck looked at him. Laten shifted around until he was facing his father. "How about Mr. Danial? You said that you didn't know who to go to. Why didn't you go to Mr. Danial?"

Chuck sighed. "Your CSI teacher? I'll admit, he is your Godfather, but he is not trained."

"That's not fair! I trust him!"

"I know."

Laten looked at him angrily. "Can you please get out, so I can have time to myself?" Then he turned back to when he was facing the wall.

"I talked to your school. I'll give you some ice to put over your eye so some of the swelling can go down. The principal said they will receive a harsh punishment.."

Laten said nothing.

Chuck sighed and left the room, closing the door.

He went back into the living room and plopped back down on the couch. So much for taking a vacation.