Therapy Part 1

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POV: Anthony

I held Michael and kissed him and went into my therapy session.

fucking therapist looks like a drug dealer. I hate this shit and i hate my parents.

"Anthony, why are you here?" the usual question.

"fucking asshole deadbeat homophobic dipshit parents sent me cause I have a fucking boyfriend." I was already pissed. "They think its okay to leave their child ALONE for years. I don't know any family man." it was true. I dunno any family members.

"Great, that's a good start. Please, vent your feelings." oh boy, you better be ready.

"it all started when my mother and father left me when I was younger. I learned quickly to take care of myself and how to cook and clean. it is simple really. I came out as gay and me and my boyfriend dated for while. Um, my lesbian friend is my new mom and I have a FTM transgender friend, Hanna."

he took notes. the fuck?

"okay, good, anything else you'd like to add?" yeah i do you fucking asshole, what's ur name again? ohhh I know, frank.

"well frank, my life is shit, im depressed, I get fucked twice a week, I got hickeys, im very gay, ur weird, my parents r dicks, my boyfriend is sexy and I want to fucking leave." I got up and left and texted Michael.

I met Michael at our hotel room and laid on the bed.

"frank asked of everything, made me tell why im there and I need a cigarette now." Michael offered me one and we went to the balcony to smoke. we went back in after we finished. I don't wanna go back ever.

"babe?" he asked, "would be mad if I" and with that he attacked me with hickeys. I had 5 now on my neck from him.

"Babe, you're so sexy". he really was "which is why you're mine." I loved this man before and I still will love him.

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