Christmas with the bad boy

Chapter 14

The next week, Damien was at the therapist. He was waiting for his name to be called. "Damien Samuel?" He took a deep shaky breath and stood up. He looked to his father and he said, "I'll be here when you come out." He nodded and followed the doctor.

"Hello mister Samuel." "Hello Doctor." "I'm doctor Shawl. Please take a seat." He walked towards the leather therapy sofa and sat on it. "How can I help today?" "I errr..." "Don't be afraid. Whatever you say in this room, stays in this room. It's completely confidential." "I need to get something off my chest...I...I never knew my mum. I look at photos of her and I always wondered what kind of mother she would've been." "Well, I can assure you that she would've been a wonderful mother. She was a wonderful person Damien." "It's my fault." "Sometimes, things don't always go to plan. It happens." "Why my mum?" "Nobody knows Damien. It's a part of life. It happens. Now lie down and relax. Tell me what you want to get off of your chest. If you get upset, don't worry."

Damien then laid down as the therapist sat next to him on a chair facing the sofa with a book and pen in his hand. He opened the book, and wrote Damien's name, date of birth, age and problem down. He then said, "start when you're ready." "Well...a little while ago...I broke down. I'm having bad dreams and I see her. I can see my mum. She has a beautiful voice. And one time, I saw her. My dad thought I was going crazy, but he believed me eventually." "And how did you feel when you saw her?" "I felt relieved. Knowing that I saw how she looked before she died." "That's a good thing. She came to see you. She wanted you to see her. To tell you that she loves you and that it wasn't your fault."

Damien felt his lips quiver. He wanted to stay strong. "Remember that's it's alright. You will never be judged for being upset. Let the emotions out."

After an hour, the session was over. Damien thanked the therapist and he walked with him to his father. "A word please." Damien was told to go to the car and wait as he handed him the car key. "Put the radio on if you'd like." He nodded and walked out out the building.

"Damien was quite emotional. I know I always say that everything is confidential, but I think Damien will need counselling." "How many days a week?" "Five days. There are private sessions and group sessions. Tell I'm I'd like to see him in the morning. If he asks why, just tell him it's for a private talk." "Thank you." He then left and walked to the car. Damien was laid down in the back seat of the car. "Hey." He saw the key in his left hand and carefully took it from his hand. He then walked to the drivers side at the front, got in and drove home.

"We're home Damien." He suddenly moved as his eyes then began to open. "Dad?" "We're home." "What did the therapist say?" "He said he wants to see you in the morning. He said it's just for a private talk." "Fine." "Come on. Let's go inside."

Once inside, Damien and his father had something to eat and drink while they sat on the sofa. Damien then waited until the next day when he had to see his therapist.

While sitting down in the leather sofa, doctor Shawl told him what he told his father the day before. "Alright Damien. I wanted you to today to let you know that you'll be attending counselling sessions." "Why?" "After what happened yesterday, with you emotions, it showed how upset you were. So I believe that you could do with a few sessions. You can either attend a group or a one on one session. It's up to you." "I'd like a one on one please." He wrote down Damien's answers and told him to visit him after college.

In the car, Damien and his father began to talk. "I'll call them and tell them that you need therapy and they're in the morning but you'll be there once they're over." "Thanks Dad."

The next morning, Damien was at the therapist. "Come in Damien." "Thanks." "You seem a little down." "Sorry. I didn't sleep well last night." "You did mention bad dreams yesterday." "Yeah." "Tell me about them." "It's just my mum." He wrote his answer down. "She told me that she's always with me. That she loves me. She's seen me grow up and wants me become a parent one day." After the therapist wrote down what Damien said, he told him, "close your eyes for me." He did as instructed. "What do you see?"

Damien focused hard and saw his mother. He smiled. "Mum." "What is she doing?" "She's looking at me. Smiling." "That's good." After a few seconds, Damien's face changed. His face showed pain. "Mum?" The therapist was concerned. "Damien?" "Leave her alone." "You're safe Damien. Don't be afraid." "Help her." His eyes shot open. "Take deep breaths." The therapist was even more concerned. What was causing Damien to suffer?