My New Boyfriend (Sequel to My New Brother)

Part 11

The next day Braden went to the therapist. Mom took him before I woke up and I didn't know about it. So I made breakfast as I waited for him to come back.

Well, mom came in through the door about two hours later. 

"Where's Braden?" I asked when I noticed he hadn't come in behind her.

"I took him to a mental hospital."

"What?!" How could she do this, without even telling me? I wanted to at least say goodbye before he went away. She hadn't mentioned this before.

"Yeah, well your dad and I were talking about it and we came to the conclusion that he is very sick. He still has nightmares of his parents and he is really suffering from it. He's severely tramatized Hallie, and so therefore he needs professionals to help him get better. Plus, you could use the break from him. You have possibly the worst grades that you've ever had in your life and I think Braden is the blame for that. He's so much trouble, sometimes I wish we'd never adopted him in the first place..."

"Mom, you are so horrible to him! He's been through so much and you call him trouble. I understand that he is difficult to deal with but you don't have to go as far as saying you wish you would have never adopted him! And can you please tell me before taking him to a mental hospital?! Did he even want to go?"

"Well, his therapist told me that it would be best for him and so I took him. He didn't want to go...I had to get someone to help bring him in the building....but it is what is best for him. I have to do what the doctors said. Did you know he relapsed last night?"

I sighed, still angry that my mom hadn't given me a heads up before taking Braden away. Who knows how long he is going to stay in that place? And I'm sure he hates it there. I wonder if he even had a choice in if he wanted to go or not. It certainly did not seem like something he would choose to do. 

"Can we at least visit him sometime?" I asked.

"Well honey, that depends on if you can bring your grades up."

"You can't stop me from seeing my boyf-I mean brother!" I corrected myself quickly, face turning red.

"You were going to say boyfriend." My mom said. "That's wrong and you know it. It's incest."

"I was not going to say that. And even if I did, it doesn't matter because he is adopted. And it's not like we grew up with each other. I've only known him for about a year."

"I don't care." She said quickly. "I absolutely forbid you to date him. He's a complete mess, not to mention your brother. This whole situation is really screwed up. We are going to leave him alone for a while. It's best for him."

"Mom!" I screamed. I ran out the door in a hurry, but not before hearing her scream behind me, "He's a bad influence on you! You're throwing a fit just like he does!" But I was too far gone to hear the rest.

I was walking to his therapist's office. It really was a good thing that it was so close to home.

"Hey Hallie, what are you doing here?" I looked up, seeing Braden's therapist, smoking a cigarette. 

"What mental hospital did Braden go to?" I asked. 

He smiled. "Did your mom not tell you?" 

I shook my head. "We're....really close and I didn't know he was going. Please, you must understand that this is important. Maybe if he could just....see me....then maybe he would relax there. I'm guessing he didn't  want to go in the first place." 

His therapist smiled. "Lucky for you I live right next to the mental hospital and my shift just ended. I'll take you there. But, you are going to need to get a ride back. It's about thirty minutes from here."

"Okay." I said without even thinking. "Thank you so much."

"Any time." He said. "I can take you there whenever you would like when I get off work because it isn't any extra driving. I just can never take you home."

I got into the car with him. "So what's this place called?" 

"It's called Northlake Specialist Centre." 

"And you really thought he was that bad off that he needed to go there?" 

His therapist gave me a sad smile. "Yes Hallie, he is extremely sick. He has bad PTSD and suffers daily. He probably acts a lot stronger than he actually is."

That made me upset. I wondered if Braden was ever happy when he was around me. Did he fake it? I just wanted him to be happy.

"We're here." The therapist said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Thanks again." I said.

"I can walk you in." He said. "Alright."

We walked in and there was a woman at the counter, looking annoyed and tired. 

"Welcome to Northlake Specialist Centre, may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Dr. Martin Newman from Weebly-Shoals Clinic. Recently a patient came here, by the name of Braden. I am his therapist and this is his sister. She would like to visit him. I will be taking her here around this time while Braden is here."

"Yes, of course. He's been quite the handful and hasn't really settled in well. He's in room B222."

So Braden's therapist left and I headed up to Braden's room. After much searching, I found his room. And I heard a banging sound coming from the inside.

I quickly opened the door and saw Braden freeze. He was punching the wall, and his knuckles were bloody.

"H-Hallie!" He stuttered, running towards me and grabbing me into a hug. I could feel him shaking into it. I pulled away, grabbing his hands and looking at  them.

"Please don't do this. I don't like anything bleeding on you."

"I'm sorry okay? Can you get me out of here? It's all your mom's fault, she sent me here! This place sucks." 

"Brae, I want you back, believe me, I do. But you are still suffering from your dad, that much is obvious. I can't help you. I'm not enough to stop your nightmares."

"No Hallie, you are enough, just...please get me out of here!"

"Braden it's too dangerous. You cut yourself thinking about your dad just last night. It's not healthy. Not to mention you're haunted by your past. We have to try this out for you."

"No please don't leave me here."

He was about to break down and I could tell. I was about to too. The crack his voice made sounded so painful. 

"I-I have to. Please understand."

"Hallie please no!" He said. 

"I promise I will come visit you here every day that I can. Just please try this out, for at  least a week. If there has been no progress I will tell your therapist about your experience and convince him to convince mom to get you out of here. Just...hang in there, please, for me." 

"Fine!" He said, before punching the wall again. I sighed. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." He said softly, before reaching out for me and grabbing me into a hug. He kissed me goodbye and I reluctantly left him. I had to leave him though, because I couldn't help him and maybe this could. It seemed to be his last hope...

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Well hello there. It's been about...4 months? I am sooo sorry. I will try to update as often as I can but I can't guarantee the next update will be soon...