Love Therapy (GxG)

14

Kyle finally slows down in a long gravel path, leading to an immense residence. The walls are beige, the windows high. Just from the outside, everything about this house is imposing, and intimidating. Strangely reminding me of that one encounter with Mr. Coleman, back when Kyle moved in. If I knew the Colemans were somewhat conservative, I didn't expect them to be that rich as well. Isn't his father a retired military man? Or maybe he or his wife comes from old money. Who knows how only a couple can afford such gigantic houses these days.

I can see from the corner of my eye, Kyle silently staring up at the house, which I bet he doesn't call 'home'. I reach out and squeeze his thigh, to remind him that he is not alone, reassure him. However, I think the gesture is more about reassuring myself. Can I survive his parents' questionable standpoints on certain matters? Can I keep my mouth shut? I know I'll have to, for Kyle's sake. It is difficult enough for him to visit them, without me staring arguments/.

The-also- imposing front door opens, revealing a petite blonde woman with big blue eyes waving frantically at us. Just by seeing her silhouette, I decide she is annoying.

"Here goes nothing," is the only words-spoken in a whisper- Kyle utters before getting out of the car to meet his mother. I follow closely behind him, only realizing that his father has not come out yet, but thinking nothing of it.

After having hugged Kyle, Mrs. Coleman turns toward me, inspecting me from my shoes to my tight bun, not a hint of a smile on her face. I knew this would happen, hence why I am dressed up and my hair is neatly tight.

Then, her inspection is finally finished and a huge smile light up her face. "Hello dear! You must be, if I remember correctly, Kennedy!" She reaches her hand out and squeezes my arm.

She reembered my name. Good point. Oh no, Kyle told it to her when he called to warn of our arrival. Well, anyways, she got that right.

"Nice to see you Mrs. Coleman," I attempt my most beautiful smile, which must end up being a grimace if Kyle's expression is of any indication. However, his mother doesn't seem to see anything, and starts talking quickly about her husband being busy, her hair blowout went wrong at the salon and servants preparing dinner already.

Servants?

Thinking I didn't expect Mrs. Coleman to answer to my words by "Oh, no Mrs. Coleman between us, call me _" would be a lie. But is it better if I don't have to call her by her first name? I won't be disappointed when she discusses the place of a woman in the house with her husband later. I don't even remember her name in the first place anyway.

It's for the best, I think.

She leads her through the entrance hall, which is at least two times bigger than my own room, and through a flight of stairs to a living room. The fire is cracking in the fireplace and two enormous dogs are seemingly sleeping next to it.

One of the dogs -which was not sleeping at all by the way- seems to be happy to see Kyle again, but growls when it turns to me.

Mrs. Coleman tuts, calming the dog down, and turns to me. "This is Berkeley, he is a-"

"Doberman," I mutter. The dog is absolutely gigantic. And beautiful, with his black, shiny coat. The dog barks loudly at the mention of its name.

"I call him Barkeley, you guess why," Kyle says calmly, and points to the other one. "This one is Archibald. He's a Dogo Argentino. And he is way calmer the Mr. Bark here."

As if on cue Berkerley barks again, loud enough for me to hide my snigger at the other dog's name. Ah, rich people.

I distractedly scratch Archie between his ears, as he seems to not want to eat my alive. "Beautiful dogs you have there."