strawberries | brendon urie

50: "she looks happier"

"im so scared" i knew i was going to cry.
"hey. if you're not ready we can go home" brendon whispered. i did but i wanted this. i wanted to talk.

soon my name was called and we went to the room. we opened it and i gasped. sitting there was my ex therapist - molly! molly knew me inside out. i saw her from a really young age till i was 12. i trusted her with everything. she knew what happened to me, what i did to myself, how i questioned myself...yeah.

"okay so i should have dylan urie..." she looked at me.
"dylan!? is that you!?"
"wait. you two know each other?"
"i was dylans therapist from age 7 till 12" she said. i was lost for words...i clanged onto brendons arm. i was feeling nervous then she asked us to sit.

"how've you been?" she asked me. i pulled brendon a little and he got the message.
"she isn't feeling to good"
"don't worry" she said to me. "you must be her adoptive father" she turned to brendon.
"yeah. for a year" he grinned.
"dylan got comfortable with me really quick. she talks to ten people now! its so awesome! sure she's going through stuff but she's always there for me. we're a team me and her. she came out to me, she's told me everything...she's awesome. she makes me happy"

"i can tell you make her happy! she may look scared right now but i can tell when dylans happy" she could - she was amazing.
"yeah. shes awesome" brendon said.
"has she got a mom?"
"well i have a girlfriend and her and dylan get along really well. but no"
then it was down to business.
brendon told her what'd been going on. i was shaking a little but he clutched my hands. molly said she knew this day would come. "dylans an awesome kid. she'd talk to me everyday, non stop. shes got an amazing personality. plus with how comfortable shes been getting in her new home - its bound"

she told brendon about different things i could try. i got more and more frightened though. how could i do this? it was all confusing me. what have i done?

"dylan?" i looked up. "you ready?"
i nodded.