Unexpected

Chapter 10

Ken's POV

        As I stop and wait for Daniel to catch up I can't help, but love the fact that he said my voice was sexy.  It is hard to stay mad at man that charming. As Daniel finally is getting close he says, "I'm going to get the car and I'll explain everything when I come pick you up."

"I'll just come with you," I say tiredly.

"Ok," he says.

As we start to walk in silence back to the restaurant I say, "You can start explaining now."

"Ok," he says. "When I lost my mother I got really sad and I wouldn't talk to anyone for awhile, but I started to leave my shell and play soccer again. Soccer made my dad happy and for awhile it made me happy. Then, it started to get to me that it was my mothers favorite sport. We used to go to games together and playing without her made me so sad. I tried to tell my dad, but he wouldn't listen so, he just continued to force me to play. I got really depressed and all my old sadness and anger came raging up towards my father. One day it got really bad and I walked in to his office to try and confront him, but it he just started talking about howe to improve my playing, so I just snapped. So, I punched him and punched him and didn't stop until he was unconscious." 

"How old were you?" I ask.

"14," he says.

"That must have taken a lot of anger for you to knock out a grown man," I say quietly.

"I'd been angry at my father for so long that I finally just broke and everything came crumbling. Anyway, after my brother found us he took my dad to the hospital and when my father regained consciousness I got locked in a mental institution for 3 months and then was shipped to Logan and as far as the public knows I have been at boarding school for the past 3 1/2 years," he says with tears in his eyes.

"What happened in the mental institution?" I ask trying not to pry.

"They diagnosed me with Intermittent Explosive Disorder," he says with a laugh.

"Why is that funny?" I ask concerned.

"Because my father left out the whole part about me being angry with him for forcing me to play soccer," he says. "They incorrectly diagnosed me, that disorder says that you get angry for no reason and that you have constant outbursts of explosive anger, but thats not true. That is the only time it ever happened, but no one believed me so, I was locked up forced into therapy and a regimen of 5 pills a day to keep it under control."

"I'm sorry. I know how much mental hospitals suck. I was stuck in one for 4 months, except they diagnosed mine correctly because my parents never even bothered to come so, the doctors believed what I said," I say. 

"I just did nothing while I was in there. I just slowly felt like I was dying. Like the part of me that felt anything died," he says with a sadness in his voice.

"Why do you play soccer then?" I ask.

"The doctors said it would be good for me. Something to take my mind off my anger. How  messed up is that? The thing that I hated the most was the thing they suggested I do to take my mind off it. So, I play soccer. As it slowly makes me sadder inside it also makes me less angry every day. So, I play and I play and I play. It has slowly gotten easier to block out my feelings," he says while looking down at the ground. 

I realize we are at the car so, I get in and so does Daniel. He drives away from the restaurant and we don't  talk the whole way home. He pulls into the garage and I go up the stairs and to my room. I take a shower and just think about what he said.

Daniels POV

        As I see her walk into her room I walk into mine and take a shower. When I get out I pull on a pair of sweatpants and lay down  on my bed. I don't want to be forward and go into her room, but we need to talk. I don't want her to hate me because I love her way to much for that, but I can't tell her and scare her off. She has dealt with enough in her life without me screwing it up too.