Institute || Jyatt

✨Ch. 1✨

He looked at the building as they pulled up to the institute.

"Please Mrs. Jackson...don't make me go in there."

"I'm sorry Wyatt honey but it's for your own good"

"How?!"

"You need help to get over all of the horrible things that have happened to you, otherwise you won't get fostered or adopted."

"I don't care! I'd rather stay in a group home than stay here!"

"Wyatt we've sent you to several group homes. But everytime you've gotten kicked out of them because you acted violently each time they triggered you." She explained.

"So..? Just send me to a different one."

"Well I would but you burned down the last one we sent you to."

"That was an accident."

"How do you accidentally pour gasoline all over the house and light it up with a match?"

He looked down.

"Now it's either this or we could send you to juvie."

"WHAT?! WHY WOULD I GET SENT TO JUVIE?!"

"Wyatt you purposely killed 5 people and injured 14. Now make your choice."

Wyatt thought for a second.

He did not want to be here.

But he couldn't stand the thought of going to juvie.

But he was a stubborn little shit so he still went on.

"No I don't want to go in there. I refuse to go in there." Wyatt protested.

"Wyatt you have to go in here. Or you'll be sent to juvie."

"Who said?"

"The court!" She yelled.

"Fuck the court! They don't know shit!"

"Wyatt..."

"What?!"

"You need help. Professional help. You're going in there. Wether you like it or not Wyatt. Now you can go in there willingly or you can be dragged in there."

At this point Wyatt knew he wasn't gonna get what he wanted. It was what it was and this was happening one way or another.

He chose the easier and less complicated solution.

"Alright." He said getting out of the car.

"Thank you." she said as she also got out. "I'll come by every Saturday alright?"

"Okay." He said getting his belongings out of the trunk.

He went in and there was a nurse standing there waiting for him.