Requiem for the boy

Chapter 14

Deeks leaned back and looked at the group around him. A few of them had been sent by the court system, one he thought could have been a celebrity but the one thing the group of people screamed was money, all of them being rich. The rehabilitation center was for the rich and famous and Deeks sitting there in an old LAPD t-shirt and sweat pants felt like he stood out.

"So…Kym…Did you want to start today's group session?" The doctor asked, he was an older man, balding in a well worn cardigan and jeans, with a 'Call me Bryan' badge attached.

Kym, a flouncy blonde sat in her seat and smiled sweetly as she started to talk about how being famous was such a strain and she had just fallen in with 'a bad' crowd, how it was so hard to be perfect.

Deeks rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the window, tuning her out.

The rest of the session was in much the same vein.

"Marty?" Bryan said as the group turned to him.

"What?" Deeks snapped, he was bored and the meds were starting to wear off.

"You want to share with the group?"

"Yeah, I decided life sucked coz my surf board was too slippy and the water too wet and the sun was too hot." He snapped. "Look not all of us live in 'happy bubble unicorn land!'" he sniped.

"Marty, I know we are not all here under the same circumstances, but you can still share with the group, no one here will judge you." Bryan said.

Deeks stood up and looked at them all expectantly, hoping he would finally join in the discussions, for three weeks he had sat at the edge during group therapy and not volunteered to say anything.

"Bite me!" he snapped.

"Marty, please sit back down." Bryan said, his voice still calm he got up and followed Deeks to the window, "No one here will judge you, but you need to open to group before we can allow any visitors."

"Why?" Deeks snapped, "So they can see how wonderful their lives really are in comparison to the 'shit-fest' that is mine!"

Lacey walked up and laid a comforting hand on Deeks' arm, "Marty your life isn't that bad, life is precious."

"Back off Lacey, you grew up in a house with a chauffeur, two loving parents and a dog….Mine….I was…my…."Deeks collapsed in the chair, "My mother was kidnapped when she was a kid, my father was her kidnapper….and rapist….I shot him when I was eleven, he had just m…murdered my mother, I was covered in her brains…"

Lacey and Kym gasped and the two men in the group looked shocked.

"SEE THAT'S WHY I DON'T TALK!" Deeks yelled and walked to the corner of the room, he sank down the walls hugging his knees not looking at anyone.

Bryan dismissed the group and squatted down next to Deeks who had his head buried in his knees and by the looks of his shoulders he was sobbing.

"Marty, did you ever receive any counseling for what you went through as a child."

Deeks looked up confused, "No, why would I, for me it was normal…I think Jeff took me to see a lady once, but I didn't like her and we never went back."

"Let's get you your meds," Bryan said.

He walked Deeks back to his room and gave him his meds, "you can rest this afternoon." Not paying attention Deeks curled up on his bed waiting for the meds to kick in.

Bryan sat in his office he took Deeks' file out of the drawer and sat down to go through it again.

He knew that the man was an LAPD detective and that he was friends with Sylvia Grey who was a major benefactor of the institution. He also knew he had come off a sensitive undercover operation, where he had become addicted to cocaine and had been abused, but this revelation about his childhood was knew to him, and the more Bryan read through the file he had been sent the angrier he got, there was so much missing! How on earth was he supposed to help this man if he didn't have access to his full file?