Therapy / Why Don't We

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An; I felt pretty inspired to write this chapter because of my kombucha and air conditioning plus I love my wife and she makes me happy :) so if you read this wife, Hi ily and you will do absolutely positively great tomorrow on your exam plus you get to see harry!! Stay calm and breathe, remember breathing always works :)

Zach

"Ready for therapy?" Corbyn asked as he nudged Zach's arm.

Zach shrugged and got up walking out the door. Corbyn noticed how dull and sunken Zach's eyes had gotten since the day before.

"Pick you up in an hour, Okay?" Corbyn said after arriving at the destination of the therapy building.

Zach nodded and slowly strolled into the building, flipping his hood up, not trying to make eye contact with anyone.

He sat down sitting across from his therapist, staring her in the eyes. Silence. Silence filled the room and she sighed. "You gotta talk bud." She said and smiled.

He shrugged and looked out the window at the rainy day. "I don't want too"

"Okay, well what about I bring up a subject that the boys feel is necessary for you to talk-"

"So what! I tried to kill myself yesterday, big whoop. I can't fucking deal with this shit anymore. I just can't. Jack is gone, Cora is a bitch who only cares about herself if it means hurting both of her child's dads-" zach went off on a rant but quickly slamming his hand over his mouth.

"I didn't mean for that to slip out. Jesus I'm so dumb" zach said. "I'm sorry about my language"

"Dad's? As in plural. What do you mean?" She asked Zach.

He shook his head. "I'm not getting into this right now. I can't and I won't" he said and slouched. "I rather talk about me splitting my wrist then her" he said and rolled his eyes and then muttered a small "sorry".

"Zach, you have to get it off your chest" she said worriedly.

"No, I don't want to talk about it. Okay?" He snapped causing his therapist to frown.

She raised her hands in defeat and the two sat in silence for the last thirty minutes of the session.

Zach once again flipped his hood up and stared down the cold musty hallway and found his way to the black truck parked outside.

He hopped in seeing that Cora and Emily were both there. He groaned loudly causing Cora to roll her eyes.

"I'm not that bad, you know." She said and began to drive.

"Yeah, you are." Zach replied and looked out the window.

"How was it?" She asked and glanced at both him and Emily.

"Fine" he shrugged and turned around, waving at baby Emily Seavey.

"Good. How's yours day?"

"Fucking fantastic, what's up this twenty question game with Cora?" He asked.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to get you to talk. I bet your day is going to get a lot better." She smirked causing Zach to fake gag.

"And how's that?"

"Because you're going shopping with me! Daniel said he ordered a tux for you and you have to change into it. I'm guessing you guys are shooting sometime of mashup?" She asked and parked in a men's warehouse parking lot.

"Not to my knowledge.. no" he said and she grabbed his wrist, causing him to both flinch and wince at the feeling of her hands wrapping around his day old wounds.