Cybersex •frerard•

Chapter One

"What happened when you logged in to the chat room, Frank?" Dr. Way asked me in a concerned voice.

"Well. I remember I chose to make my username 'Frankenstein', y'know cuz-"

"Yeah, yeah cuz you're name is Frank. Clever." Dr. Way said smiling.

"Yeah."

"So, tell me more?" He nudged. I was so fucking nervous. But, I guess after going through what I had, anyone would be. I wasn't really sure how counseling was going to help me. This tall skinny lanky guy called my counselor was what? Gonna make my life one hundred percent better? By the knowledge in my own head, I think I would know what will help me and what won't. Even though this Dr. Michael Way seemed familiar to me, in a soothing way, he definitely was not going to fix me.

It was impossible.

Despite my hatred for the situation I was forced upon, I proceeded with my story.

"My family, they're kind of closed up. There's open clams, and closed clams. We were glued shut. I hadn't ever been exposed to things sexually. Like-" I paused and looked up at Dr. Way, asking for permission to discuss something so uncomfortable. He raised both his eyebrows and nodded his head in a continue motion.

"Like, I didn't know what a cock was, or... Or cum, so much more, but yeah. I had never jerked off or even gotten an erection. God, this is so awkward..." I sighed heavily, holding my beet red face in both my hands. I couldn't believe this! This was so unfair! Why do I have to be so abnormal? I don't know of any other kid in my school or age who has been through this. I'm disgusting and I deserve to die...

"Frank, it's okay. Honestly. You're not alone here. I'm here to help you. What is said in here stays in here. Unless it endangers you or your loved ones. But this isn't harming anyone. Yes, it seems like it's embarrassing, but just know I'm not judging you one bit. Who knows, maybe I could've gone through something similar." He states, smiling at me sympathetically. My body relaxed. I don't know, I kind of liked this Dr. Way. For some reason, I trusted him...

"W-what happened with you?" I asked curiously. I couldn't imagine anyone even being in a situation similar to me. I kind of felt good knowing he might've been through something like this.

"Ah, that's for me to tell you once you get your story out. I promise though, Frank. Ill tell you after we get through your story. For now, just start off from where you were. You weren't exposed to such sexual behavior, and...?" He said, writing down on his notes sheet.

I sighed once more before continuing. "And I was really confused. I kept getting these pms, private messages, saying these vulgar things. Half the time I didn't even know what it meant. I just played along, though. I didn't even know it was so sexual..." I shivered, rubbing my arms with the hands on the opposite arms.

Dr. Way just nodded, making eye contact every once in a while then returning to writing on his paper.

"So, you entered the chat room, and you were shocked by reality. What the Internet really is. It's scary." He said nodding, looking at me knowingly. Never once judging me for my actions. At least I didn't think he was. Who knew what he was thinking...

"E-exactly." I whispered.

"Well, Frank. Thank you very much for being so open today. Our time has seemed to run out. Let me go get your parents so we can schedule you some more appointments ahead of time, yeah?" He asked, gathering his papers, slipping them in a manilla folder, then labeling the tab, 'Iero' with his black ball point pen. I nodded, really to myself considering he wasn't even looking anymore.

He stood up out of his chair and headed for the door. I waited for a few moments, still rather scared and unsure of what was to happen next in my miserable life. I was glad my parents weren't mad at me anymore, but I was upset that they were so fucking scared and couldn't even leave me alone for five seconds.

Dr. Way came back in with my mom and dad, both of them looking at me like I was some broken puppy. I wasn't. And that's what pissed me off.

"Oh, my baby." My mom cried, sitting down on the large leather couch next to me, cradling me in her arms. I internally rolled my eyes but let her kiss my face all over.

Dr. Way smiled at us and was holding out his black leather covered planner. "Mr. and Mrs. Iero, I understand this is very hard for all of you. Frank, you may not know this now, but your parents really want what's best for you. They're hurting. For you. These sessions will help you. All of you. I guarantee it. Now, if we could schedule some appointments ahead of time so he can for sure get in. I believe a weekly appointment will do. I also think he really needs it. As we progress more, we can lower the number of appointments to, ohh, lets say once every two weeks?" Dr. Way suggested. My mom and dad nodded and said some quiet, "yes, that'll do just fine."

"Okay, lets see...do do do do doo..." Dr. Way hummed, skimming his planner. "Ah, I have next Tuesday open, exactly a week from today, at 1:00, 3:30, and 6:30. Any of those good for you?" He asked looking up through his glasses.

"Uh, I think 6:30 will do. I don't want Frank to miss school or anything. He just switched to a new one." My mom said, smiling at me and kissing my head.

"Ugh.." I mumbled. I think Dr. Way was the only one who caught it, because he peeked at me and smirked.

"I heard. Are you enjoying your new school, Frank?" He asked smiling.

"It's just peachy." I replied bluntly. I mean, it was okay. It was school. But it was better than my old school...

"I'm glad to hear that. So, 6:30 next week. Ill see you then." Dr. Way smiled brightly, giving us out appointment card.