Secrets-Im so sorry but it had to be done 1

therapy part2 ..... And a surprise

I sat in a little room. The floor was carpeted, and the wall was a weird white. It was lit by lamps, even though there was a ceiling light. There was a rolly chair by the computer that Aylick( seriously, his name was Aylick like A and lick. I thought Sandree had a fucked up name) sat on. There was a wooden chair, that had a weird leathery plastic cushion on the butt part and the back part. I sat in one and next to it, angled alittle, sat my mom with Chris asleep on he shoulder. "Max, so you want to tell me about yourself?" he asked. And no, I didn't. "I don't want anything to do with you." I flat out told him.

"Max!" my mom snapped, careful not to wake Christian. "No, mom. You and dad wanted to me to come. I don't want to. I told you that. You are not going to put words in my mouth, and say I want help with this depression shit, because I don't. I got wasted. I slit my wrist. I wrote a fucken goodbye letter. I don't need fucking help. I'm a normal kid, with normal problems. I don't want to be here. I don't need to be here. I had a set back that made me have a phase of bein depressed. I'm not abused in any way. I was never raped by anyone. People don't put me down, and I have great fiends. So if you think I'm not normal and is clinically depressed, then tell me why, doctor, tell me why I'm fucking here." He sat back in his seat. And I stood up and got out of mine. I walked out the door, "have a fucking merry day." I told him.

It took mom a while to catch up. I'm surprise she actually caught me when she did. Instead of getting in the car, I walked the streets. I took many alleys, and crossed through streets. I wad officially lost. I refused to get in the car. Multiple times had she threatened to call the coos, but I wouldn't budge. I was pissed. Can anyone really balme me? Well, maybe....

I honestly wasn't sure what made me get in the car, but eventually I did. I knew I was sick of fighting with my mom, but I thought I was stronger this.

Our silent thoughts were untethers by my cell going off. "Dad." I told my mom.

"hey, what's up?"

"Max, hey, I need you to do something. Can you and Mom clean out the guest bedroom with the bathroom? The bigger one. I'm bringing someone home."

I was a little concerned. What was this about. "Uh, sure, Dad. Me an mom will get right on it." I hung up the phone. I explained to mom, and was confused as well.

We later got the job done with 45 minutes til dad got home. We manage not to talk about therapy at all. Besides mom saying that it can be caused be a brain chemical is screwed up. And it can be genetic.

I was playing Little Big Planey with Chris when dad Walked In with a girl. I'd seen her every year at family reunions, but not once have I spoken To her. she looked different. It wasn't bad. But...well, weird. Everything was weird today. "this is cierra." Dad said. "my brother's daughter."

Oh crap. This girl is my cousin, like first cousin, Luke blood related, and I had no clue. May w I should start paying attention. Nah, I don't need to now.

Mom took Cierra up to Her room. Dad asked me how therapy was, and I told all that happened, not ashamed one bit. He sighed, and I knew I disappointed him. He bean talking about Cierra. "she's fifteen, and after her dad died, her mom raised her, but recently kicked her out. Be careful of what you speak about."

"Why'd her mom kick her out?" I asked, really interested.

"not sure. But I do know she was drunk."

I sat at the table, next to Chris, and across from Cierra. She had blonde hair, the bottom dyed pink. She had dark brown eyes, you could hardly see the pupil. Her freckles where hardly visible. I only noticed becuse I was concentrating. I didn't eat half my plate of supper.I felt bad for wasting, Yet at the same time, it felt good that I would probably be hurting them. what was I becoming? I liked it. But I'm a monster. I Didn't like it.

I casually walked to the bathroom, but sadly, my vomiting was loud. I walked past the table, then to my room without looking at them. I heard footsteps follow. I laid in my bed. My best friend. "don't think just because somebody else is here, that we have forgotten, Max, you aren't to be alone." dad came in. I ducked under my blanket abd started to read my messages. I havent heard from Brennen since the hospital. I hope he isn't mad at me. Jesus, I'm such a little fuck up.

I woke up in the middle of the night, dad was asleep in my Papasan chair. I needed the bathroom, and my stirring woke dad. I have it to be ruining my parents marriage. They can't sleep together because of me, and they have got to be so stressed. " are you okay, Son?" he asked. If I talked I vomit where I was, if I moved too quickly, I'd shit myself. I think I'm done eating. I did though. I shat and puked. On my floor. Dad jumped, then came forward. he handed me a plastic bag to continue to puke in, and for the rest, well, there was nothing that could be done. Dad left for a moment then came back with my mom. She want as freaked out, but I've been sick around her more than anyone. I was done for a moment, and that was my time to make it to the bathroom. mom came in with a small nightlight, and plugged it in. She also had a pillow that she propped up against the wall, and I rested my head. She put a nice blanket on my lap. A garbage bin was set to the side of me. This isn't cool. I thought. There were only two bathrooms upstairs, the guests and my parents, which ment I was downstairs. I'm normally in the guest room when I get the flu like this, but Cierra's there. Mom slept downstairs with me. I wasnt mad about it this time. I didn't want to be alone. I re-awoke at about 8. Pretty obvious I was missing school again. I didn't bother to text the guys. Cierra wouldn't start school, until I went back, and actually stayed a full day.

When school got out, I wasn't feeling the best, but I was so alone. I texted for the guys to come over, and to my surprise, they all agreed. They came to my room, and my mom walked out. "Dude are you still on watch?" Jude asked.

"yea, man, it sucks."

"Dude, something stinks." Evan pointed out. "yea, I got the flu last night."

"wow, your life is really fucking sucking." Sandree comented. Then, just like that, Cierra walked in. Little bitch didn't even knock. "I'm taking Chris to the ice cream parlor. Any of you guys want something?" she asked. Of course, out of natural instinct, they all turned their heads. But there was this weird look in Brennen's eyes as their was in Cierra's once their eyes met. It wasn't bad and it actually set a warm feeling in the atmosphere.

"No thank you." we all spoke.

"who was that?" Evan asked.

"My cousin, Cierra. She's sort of living with me." I explained. "don't worry, I haven't been hiding her. She just got here last night."

We didn't say much. And they left once Cierra got back. Again there was this weird look between the two. I think he was constipated.