Deeper waters

Therapy

Nate's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Ah, shit!" I groaned while massaging the nape of my neck. It was too got damn early for me, especially on a Saturday. I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it against the wall, making it shatter like glass. Who the hell set that alarm? Wait, who was touching my stuff! I know I didn't set an alarm on a Saturday, I don't even set it during the week.

I grabbed my shirt off the edge of my bed and threw it on before walking downstairs in my boxers. On the way down I could hear Aunt Stephanie talking, I peeked from the staircase as she pressed the phone to her ear and I listened to the one sided conversation.

"Dear God, no."

"Mhm... Okay."

"Yes mam."

"Okay, have a wonderful day." Aunt Stephanie placed the phone back on its hook, she brought her hands up and began massaging her temples.

I walked down the stairs and stood by her side, "Is everything okay Auntie?" I asked her, curious about the phone call.

Aunt Stephanie let out a heavy sigh, "Nate, your counselor called and...I agreed."

I backed away, my eyes accused her of every scenario that ran through my head, "You agreed with what?" I asked.

"That you and April should go to counseling."

"What! Auntie no!" I groaned while doing a dramatic spin before walking into the kitchen, she followed closely behind me.

"I've already set your appointment today."

I stopped and placed my hand on the kitchen counter. I was really getting irritated and my breathing became heavy. "I don't need some smart ass to tell me how I feel." I reached and grabbed a cup from the cabinet filling it with water from the tabs.

"This isn't just about you Nate. This is about your sister too. It's important for both of you to go." Auntie urged, her eyes pleaded for me to see it the way that she did, begging me to understand. What was there to understand, besides therapy was for crazies, which me and my sister were not?

"Auntie, we don't need it." I hissed.

Her eyes turned cold and the air around me became heavy, her pupils dilated and bored holes into my skin. She stepped closer towards me and her lips slowly parted, I wasn't asking you."my eyes widened at the words.

"Morning."

We both looked up the stairs to see April leaning against the rail, she looked down at us with a raised brow and narrowed eyes. Auntie stepped back and began walking upstairs, "Morning baby," she said kissing April's forehead.

"M-morning." April said in confusion, her eyes followed Aunt Stephanie until she paused by her bedroom door.

"Get dressed, the both of you. We leave for the psychiatrist office in 20 minutes." With that she walked in her room and closed the door, and as soon as she did I threw the cup across the room making it shatter and the water flood the floor.

"Nate!" April groaned walking down the stairs, she grabbed a broom and dustpan and began sweeping up the glass. I heard her muttering angry words under her breath, "Dumb prick, no wonder you need therapy."

"We don't need therapy." I growled my hands balling into fist.

"Obviously, we do because that's exactly where we're going." April rolled her eyes and dumped the glass into the trash.

She was pissing me off, I didn't see how she could just let this happen. why is she so okay with going to therapy like a psycho? "What the hell is wrong with you?" I gritted my teeth together and watched her with anger.