Stef and Lena (MyLove)❤️

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STEF'S POV:

So we sat on Mr.Bessan's chair across from him as he begun our therapy session. I was nervous, my palms were sweating, my heart was racing, my stomach was churning. I could only imagine how Brandon was feeling right now!

"So, why did you choose you dad Brandon? I think this is a question your mother would like to know, am I right?" Mr.Bessan asked, he was right, I wanted to know why him? Why not me?

"I don't know, I haven't a clue what dragged me down that path, I just looked up to him, he was a fatherly figure and I wanted to be a 'daddies boy' I guess, he was always hard and angry and I was always seeking for his approval, and I guess I found a way how to do that, which was his dirty work like stealing cars" Brandon replied unable to look into my eyes. He knew he was hurting me right now.

"Brandon, honey, why didn't you tell me? And why didn't you visit me on my weekends of custody?" Tears started to flood my eyes, I was hoping from this day onwards we would only move forward, and have that perfect family we had dreamed of.

"I'm sorry mom, I don't know, I guess I didn't want dad thinking I'm turning my back on him and choosing sides. The divorce was hard, really hard, and I wanted to come to you, I did. But I didn't want dad thinking that I love you more than him, or I'm choosing you, or I'm turning my back on him, I didn't want to disappoint him"

"So is that the reason you didn't come and see me?" I asked him.

"Yes...and..." he started, but I could see it truly hurt him to finish, but I needed to know.

"And what Brandon, please...continue" Mr.Bessan asked curious as to what was hurting him so hard to say.

"And...he erm...he asked me to do things if I was to come to you, like sometimes...Erm he'd ask me to steak something, money, jewellery, but sometimes he'd question whether or not ... I'd ...Erm...he'd question whether I'd hurt you or not, I think he wanted to me to hurt you, so I told him I hated you and didn't wanna see you, because I didn't want to hurt you mom, I'm sorry, but it was partly for your safety."

He begun to cry and so did i. Gosh, I didn't see how hard this was for him. I could see he missed me and wanted to become a better person all this time, it had just taken so long. We cried as Mr.Bessan wrote down some notes lifting his head back up in a questioning manner.

"Brandon, if you don't mind me asking, why are you here now? Why not years ago? What makes it ok to come to your mother now? Does your dad know?"

"Well...he's sent me here to collect his drugs, but he messaged me and realised I hadn't returned yet, so I guess he knows now. And the reason I come here now is because I finally realise I can protect myself, and my mother is a cop, I'm safe from my father, and I know that now from the moment I bumped into grandma in the town I realised how much I needed you guys, how much I missed you"

All his stories were matching up. I felt deep for this boy on the sofa beside me, he was being so honest and I could see it in his face. But one thing made me a little mad, he messaged his father and didn't tell me.

"You've messaged your father?! Was he angry in any way" I said raising my voice with worry, if he was mad I needed to be one step ahead and prepared for anything to come.

"I don't know mom, I didn't reply" he said, I'm glad, I needed to buy him a new phone and sim so he lost all contact with his father.

"If he contacts you again, you are to tell me. You hear me? And I'll get you a new phone and sim so he doesn't hopefully" I said as I watched him nod agreeing that it was best.

"Well, Stefanie, Brandon, I'd like you two to focus on your relationship at home, make sure you do plenty of activities together to build your bond, and do trust exercises to help, your next appointment is a week today at 14:00pm, I hope you make strong progress until then" Mr.Bessan said as he looked at his digital clock on his wrist seeing that it was therapy session over.

We made it, I got answers that I needed and I was grateful he opened up. I am finally beginning to understand and see how desperately he wanted this. And so did I.

I threw my arm around him smiling as I felt him finally breath out, he let go of all his worries and anxieties. He was slowly moving forward.

He smiled and said "let's go home, I want lasagne" this was the Brandon I always knew, he loves lasagne, it was his favourite. The memories of this boy hadn't changed and I didn't see how he was capable of being so aggressive and convicted.

Anyway, we headed home where we seen Lena's car, she had already arrived home after her grocery shopping. But I seen Brandon's face drop. He was terrified and I could almost hear his heart pound out of his chest.

"Son, are you okay?" I asked as he didn't hear me, even though I was sat right beside him.

His breathing became harsher and faster, I was almost certain he was having an unexplained and unexpected panic attack which was very common in our family of genes. This must of been one thing he had picked up through inherited genes. But something wasn't right, luckily I knew exactly what to do for a panic attack since I used to have them frequently.

"Don't worry, just breath" I said rubbing his back slowly to reassure him that everything is ok.

Little did I know, everything wasn't ok.
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A/N: ohhh nooo. What could be happening? Sorry I haven't been updating as frequent, been crazy revising for my GCSE's aghhh, wish me luck!

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