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"The old music teacher, right?"
Mitch nods and looks down at his hands.
"The last person you spoke to other than your parents and your friend, right?"
"U-Until you, ye-yes." Mitch stammers.
Doctor Hoying nods and bites his lip, tapping his fingers on the desk. Mitch glances up and accidentally locks eyes with the blonde. Doctor Hoying sighs and runs a hand through his hair, making it stand in different directions.
"Can we- can we talk about what you said before I went to Australia?" Doctor Hoying asks but Mitch shakes his head, breaking eye contact and looking down at his own long fingers.
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?" The blonde pushes and Mitch tugs at his hair.
"Because I don't want to." He states and, out of the corner of his eye, sees Doctor Hoying nodding and writing something down.
"Why don't you want to?"
"Because I just don't fucking want to." Mitch snaps and bites his lip hard.
"I want to though."
"I thought this was meant to be about me?" Mitch's head flicks up and he locks eyes with Doctor Hoying, regretting the action immediately. He can feel his resolve crumbling underneath the gaze of the beautiful blue eyed boy.
"Did your parents send you here simply because you're gay?" Doctor Hoying asks tensely and Mitch pauses before nodding slowly. Rage covers the blonde's face immediately and Mitch flinches, thinking the emotion is for him.
"Can I just say," Doctor Hoying begins. "That your parents are fucking idiots."
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therapy (scömìche au)
Hayran Kurgu"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
