I'll Fix You (EDITING)

chapter 3

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Eric's pov

"Mom I'm not going there and that's final."

"Oh no no young man you don't get to call final not after what just happened." Mom argues.

"What did I do huh?, She fucking bumped int-"

"Ericson Jay Daniels don't you dare use that tone with me!! Ok!! And so what if she bumped into you huh?!!she said she was sorry all you had to do was try to control your temper and let it go-"

"But-"

"Don't you dare interrupt me!!" She practically yells to my face her face turning red from her anger I swear you can almost see the steam from her ears, and I'm supposed to be the one with the anger problem.

"Your going to the therapist today and now and that's final Ok!!" She doesn't wait for my reply as she continues her way towards the car she came with at the school's parking lot.

"But mum you said I wouldn't have to go there this week-" I try to say but she puts me off.

"No!, I said if you tried to behave you wouldn't have to go this week, do you know how tiring it is to come to your school everyday just to apologise for for your messes?, For God's sake I work, and I'm always taking leaves to come here, how do you think that makes me feel?, your supposed to be trying to be better, your supposed to be helping me out." She says her voice weakening, and I know what comes next...tears.

"Get in the car now, I'm too drained to continue this argument with you." she says opening the door of the car as a single tear drops, she wipes it off quickly and enters the drivers seat. I don't do well with tears and I really don't want to to hear her talk sappy shits right now cause I know I'll snap again if I do, so I obey and get in the car.

"Your seatbelt." She says more of an order than statement, but I still buckle up and we begin the journey to a place I'd do anything to escape from going but with the current situation at hand I know there's no escaping this.

People may be asking, what's so bad about going to therapy?, It's just to talk, right?, Well no it isn't. when I turned 9 was the first time I was diagnosed with Intermittent explosive disorder (IED) and I started my therapy since then, it was all about the usual stuff then like, questions, little talks telling me things I should think of to try and control it. The doctors I visited back then where up to five, and with all of them the process was the same and the results only worsened, until my age thirteen when my problem became more physically aggressive, I no longer only screamed and damaged things, I had to hurt someone or myself to calm down. I would beat up a random kid who bumped into me or punch holes in different places of the house when scolded, that's when mum drew the line and decided we'd have to take bigger steps in getting me to control myself, and that's when we met my worst nightmare, Doctor Stones.

He, unlike other of the therapists, was convinced that there was a reason behind my disorder and that if they got me to open up that I'd become better. He wasn't wrong about that though, but there was no way I was going to talk about my problems especially to some stranger, so, seeing my stubbornness to open up, he decided to turn what I was covering up against me and used it as my punishment because that was my only weakness. I still remember the first day this happened like it was yesterday.....

Five years ago...

Mom just picked me up from school after being called by the principal and is currently scolding me.