~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED

Sunset

A/N: Hey! (This section is around 3300 words so get some snacks and chill!)

Ok so like, I know I usually keep a consistent uploading schedule but I had to do research on therapists cause my dumbass didn't do that beforehand, I had to write this long thing, and I'm SOOOO SORRY!! Pls, forgive me T_T

I hope you guys are liking the book so far. In this chapter, Keith and Pidge finally meet!

Also, WARNING!! This chapter can create nasty and gory images into one's head. There is mention of experiments and torture. Those of you who are very imaginative, good luck.

This song cover is My Boy by Alina Madlaina. Her voice is super awesome! (I need more of it in my life) So please enjoy this section and the song!

Pidge got to his office just in time before the interview with his new client was about to start. Outside his room was his boss who was waiting for his arrival.

Her name was Romelle. On his way to work, he called her and told her everything that happened. She understood completely, she was a very understanding person.

The man saw his boss and started to tear up. Luckily, this lady already had a box of tissues in her hands.

"Here," she handed him a tissue, "are you sure you'll be able to handle this interview today? I can reschedule if you want."

Pidge lifted his glasses and wiped his eyes, "No... I think I'll manage. I just need to gather my thoughts and I think I'll be okay." His grip tightened on his bag's strap.

"That's good to hear. If you make any mistakes in there, I'll talk to you about them after the interview. But of course, this is your first patient with hallucinations and you've had a rough morning, so we'll see."

"Okay..." He sniffed then took a deep breath to calm himself down.

His boss quickly took out her phone and dialed Pidge's number. He got out his device from his bag then answered but put it in his pocket. She did the same.

"You'll get through this, okay?" She reassured him.

"I really hope I do."

Suddenly, they both heard footsteps. The girl looked past the boy's head while Pidge turned around completely.

Two people were walking towards them. One was a tall, teen boy who seemed timid but tense.  He seemed like he didn't really care about anything, he didn't look like he gave two shits about this interview. The other person was a woman who looked quite young. She had clothes of a nurse and wore a badge that had a picture of her. She had the appearance of a kind girl.

Pidge tilted his head back and whispered, "Is that him?"

"You bet," his boss said.

They both straightened their postures and smiled as the pair came closer.

"Hello, again Keith," Romelle said.

The teen waved.

"I see that you've met Shyla." She delicately pushed Pidge forward, "This is Ms. Holt. She's going to be your new therapist for the rest of your stay here."

Pidge frowned for a second then quickly lightened up.

"What about Mrs. Rizavi? What happened to her?" The 19-year-old boy asked.

"Don't you remember? She moved to New York because of some family issues."

"Oh right, I guess I forgot," he shrugged.