Blue Polish

{4}

"HUNTER!" (Y/n) yelled in shock. "What is this?!" She instantly grabbed her child and pulled him away from the mess that he was making.

"Nooo!" The boy yelled. "Leave me!"

"Hunter! Don't you dare raise your voice at me." She lectured.

Hunter was very unhappy with this. All he wanted was to be left alone with this little animal, but he knew now that his mother will most likely take it away from him. And on top of everything, she was now really mad. Things just couldn't get any worse.

"That's it. You're grounded, young man."

"But..."

"No! No buts. This is not okay. I'm taking you to a children therapist." She announced.

"A what?"

"A person that you will have to talk to about all of this. Maybe they'll know what is wrong. Because clearly this isn't right."

Then once again (y/n) took hunter to the bath and washed him clean, after that put him to bed, barely saying anything and forcefully cleaned up the mess that the boy made. Some of it stayed, like the big blood stain on the carpet.

Hunter silently watched as his mom took all of that good stuff away.

For the rest of the night he kept on thinking how unfair it was, sulking in his own anger.

***

A young boy and his mother walked into a room with three armchairs and shelf's full of toys on them. In one of the armchairs sat a middle aged woman. She smiled at the two and motioned for them to sit down. So they did.

"Welcome, please make yourselves comfortable." Said the therapist. "Now, how was your day?"

"It was... strange." (Y/n) said.

"What's strange about it?" The woman asked.

"Well, it's about my son. He... he keep bringing these dead animals home. And he doesn't just keep them, he dissects them. Like last night, I found him covered in blood of that creature.

Hunter sat with his head down. He was let down by himself. He knew he should have been more careful.

The therapist looked at the mother and then at the son with concern.

"Say, Hunter, why did you bring those animals home?"

The boy didn't answer. He just looked down at his feet, ashamed of getting caught.

"I know it might be hard to talk about it, but I just want to help you." The woman tried assuring him. He looked at his mother.

"Go on, sweetie." She added.

Despite the efforts, they couldn't get Hunter to talk.

After multiple attempts they felt defeated. The boy just kept on looking down at his feet, choosing to ignore the two women that tried so hard to get him to talk.

The therapist sighed. "I think this is gonna tale much more time." Then she turned to the mother. "Could I talk to you alone, miss?"

(Y/n) nodded with slight sadness in her eyes.

After walking out of the room, the mother kneeled down to her son's level. "Sweetie, I'll need you to stay here for a bit and wait for me, okay? I promise, I won't take long." He nodded and after she went back to the therapists office sat down on the chair, waiting nervously.