The Broken Boy

Chapter 12

***Clean Chapter***

Chapter 12

Niall’s POV

I walked into the office. I was very nervous. I was shaking and my eyes flicked around the room, relieved when I found it was empty. I signed in and I sat down.

I told Liam I wanted to come by myself to he dropped me off and said he’d see me in two hours.

I jumped when I heard my name being called.

“Niall? The doctor is ready for you. Just make your way down that hall. Second door on your right.” He said. I walked down to the room and knocked on in softly.

“Come in.” I heard a soft voice come from inside.

I walked in the room and looked around. There were a few book shelves that lined the walls and a couch. There was a desk in the back of the room and a few papers were scattered around it. Behind the desk sat a beautiful young lady. She looked about twenty five and how she was a therapist that young was a shock.

“Hello. You must be Niall.” She said. She got up and walked over to me. I swiftly back up until my back hit the door I had just come in through. I felt tears fall down my cheeks and I screwed my eyes shut.

“Please. Don’t hurt me.” I whimpered. I heard her gasp.

“Niall, I would never hurt you. I’m here to help you.” She told me. “Here.” She said. I looked up and she had a few tissues in her hands. I took them and looked at her warily before drying my eyes and blowing my nose.

“Please. Sit.” She said.

I cautiously walked over and took the seat farthest away from her, pulling my knees up to my chest.

“Okay so Niall, what are you here for? Why do you need therapy?” She asked.

“Um. First let me say I’m gay.” I told her and tensed my body, covering my face.

“Alright. Go on.”

“You’re not going to hit me?” I asked incredulously.

“No.”

“Yell at me?”

“No.”

“Oh. Okay. Well I came out to my parent when I was about ten. My mom was fine with it and so was my brother, but my dad started to hate me. He asked me to come help him move something in the basement when I was about twelve and he r-raped me. My brother came down and he saw everything. My dad was arrested but let out on good behaviour. A little while later, he came back home and the rapes continued. He started beating me too.” I shuddered.

“Continue.” She said softly.

“I started c-cutting sometime when I was thirteen and I still do. I ran away from home about two years ago and told my brother to tell my parents I’m dead.” I told her.

“You cut?” She asked. I nodded. “May I see them?” She asked softly.

“Uhh…I have to take…” I trailed off, pointing to my clothes.

“Are you uncomfortable with that? I can just turn around and you can tell me when you’re ready?” She asked kindly. I nodded and she turned around in her chair. I slowly pulled off my shirt and sweatpants. I pulled down my boxers a little, exposing my hips.

“You…you can turn around now.” I said. She slowly turned around and she gasped. I began to take off my bracelets and I showed her my wrists. I saw a tear escape from her eye.

“No! Don’t cry! Please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I cried, shuffling away and hiding behind a chair, waiting for her to beat me.

“Niall? Babe, come out. I won’t hurt you.” She said softly. I slowly peeked out from behind the chair and saw her dabbing at her eyes.