possibly triggering...
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(Mitch's POV)
I was a 17 year old boy who had a problem...I was Gay...well, it wasn't a problem to me but to others and my parents it was a major problem.
"Mitch, it's your first day of therapy. You don't want to be late." Nel (my mother) said as I slowly walked down the stairs and out the door.
"Why do I have to go to therapy again?" Mike (my dad) responded "because you're sick and this therapist will hopefully make you better."
I scoffed "I'm not sick" I mumbled under my breath as my dad started driving.
When we got to the place, Mike stayed in the car as Nel walked in with me. "Hi we're here to see a Scott Hoying for therapy?" Nel told the front desk.
The lady at the front desk nodded "ok, he's with another appointment right now. He should be out soon just take a seat." Nel nodded and sat down, I followed.
A few minutes later the door opened to show a man who looked about in his mid 20's. He had blonde hair in a quiff, a scruff and was wearing a Black t-shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers.
I had to keep my jaw from dropping as I subtly checked out the man as he called out "Mitchell Grassi?" My mom and I stood up and the man smiled at us "My names Scott Hoying, follow me."
He turned around and walked past all the rooms that had their doors closed and turned a corner where we walked into a room that looked really cozy.
There was two couches, one across from the other, both black. There was a little fish tank in the corner and a coffee table in the middle of the couches with a tissue box in the middle.
Scott held the door open for us to walk in and said "please, take a seat." Nel and I took a seat on the other couch while Scott closed the door and sat on the other couch near the door.
"Ok, now we have the parents sit in for the first few minutes of the first session just to get a gist of what's going on. So Mitch tell me what's up." I looked down, kinda embarrassed to say anything.
Nel sighed and looked at Scott "he's gay and thinks that's ok." Scott's eyes looked at me and I thought he would be disgusted but he just looked down and wrote in his notes.
Scott looked back up and said "Mitch, do you hurt yourself in anyway?" Nel scoffed "what does that have to do with anything?" Scott looked at her "ma'am just let him answer the question." She sighed and I just swallowed and looked down.
Scott sighed "Mrs. Grassi, will it be ok if Mitchell and I just talk for a moment?" Nel nodded "I have work to do anyway. When should I pick him up?" Scott looked at his watch "in about an hour." She nodded and grabbed her purse as she got up and left, closing the door behind her.
"So Mitchell-" I cut him off "It's Mitch" I say quietly "excuse me?" "Mitch...I like to be called Mitch." I say a little louder this time. He smiles "well, Mitch. Let me ask you again..do you hurt yourself in anyway?" I nodded and he leaned forward a little bit "how?" I lifted up my sleeves a little bit. Showing tons of faded and new scars.
He wrote that down and said "is that all?" I gulp, I knew I had to be honest "sometimes, if I feel too fat I make myself throw up." Scott sighed as he wrote that down as well.
He looked back up "Mitch...do you ever have thoughts of suicide?" I nod "A-a few t-times." He nods and writes that down.
I then decide to ask him a question "how old are you? You look kinda young to be a therapist." He chuckled "how old do you think I am?" I shrugged "22?" He laughed "26...it's flattering that you thought I was younger though."
I blushed a little as he spoke "how about you?" I started playing with my finger nails "17" he smiled "Senior or Junior?" I bit my lip "Senior. I'm turning 18 in 3 months." Scott smiled "that's nice. What are you most looking forward too when you turn 18?"
I knew Scott was trying to get me to not be afraid of him and to open up more but I kinda hated being there.
I answered his question as honestly as I could "moving out...I want to get away from that he'll hole and try and get my life back together. Hopefully find someone who loves me for me."
Scott nods "that's beautiful." I gave a small smile "yeah, when did you get married?" Scott frowned "I met my wife when I was 16...I actually got married when I was 18...my parents arranged for us to get married."
I sighed "my parents already have a women picked out for me to marry for when I turn 18" Scott sighed "is that why you want to move out?" I nodded "am I sick?" I asked quietly.
He just shook his head "no...not at all. There's nothing wrong with you and I mean nothing...ok?" I nodded and he said "now, let's get back to the session." We started talking about how them thinking I'm a sinner makes me feel and why I started cutting/making myself throw up and what I wanted to get out of therapy.
An hour later my mom picked me up and we said our goodbyes and left.
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A few weeks went by and Scott and I had gotten super close.
I started developing a huge crush on him but I couldn't tell him that because 1) I'm here to 'get better's 2) he's straight 3)he's married.
When Scott and I sat down for our regular session Scott spoke "so how are you feeling today Mitch?" I shrugged and decided to be bold "well, I would feel much better if you let me kiss you." Scott's eyes widened "Mitch..." I laughed it off "I'm just joking Scott. Relax, I know you're straight." Scott laughed meekly and I internally groan.
Scott then said "how are things at home?" I bit my lip and did a tiny smile "fine..I guess." I saw Scott's eyes flicker to my lips and then look back up at my eyes. He got up and sat on the couch right next to me "my wife, she's my best friend..." I nod "ok? What does that have to do with any-" before I could finish the sentence his lips are connected with mine and I widen my eyes in shock and then close them as I kiss back.
He pulls away "I haven't been totally honest with you?" He looks down. "My parents..they were like yours...strict and homophobic, wanted me to change. So they sent me to a therapist and she said that I need to marry a girl on my 18th birthday...so my parents picked my best friend Kirstie Maldonado to be my wife. Kirstie knew I was gay and she had a crush of her own. But she couldn't disrespect my parents or hers and we agreed. But she still talks her crush and I can go to gay bars and have fun with whoever I want and it works that way." I sigh "why didn't you tell me?"
Scott smiled "well I did now...I don't wanna hide anymore...and neither should you." I smile "thank you." We share a kiss and then his stop watch goes off, signalling that our session is over.
We pull away, say our goodbyes and I leave.
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It was finally my birthday which I was excited about because I was finally 18. My parents dropped me off to therapy as usual and Scott was waiting there.
Once he closed the door behind us I kissed him like my life depended on it "I'm finally 18, now we can do whatever we want." Scott laughed "not so fast."
I sighed "what?" Scott frowned a little "aren't your parents picking out a wife for you?" I look down "they already have." Scott sighed "Mitch...I know we've known each other for literally 3 months...but it feels like I've known you for eternity. I feel happy when I'm with and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So Mitchell Coby-Michael Grassi...will you marry me?"
He got down on one knee and took out a black velvet box with a ring inside "Oh my God...yes...YES!" I squealed as he placed the ring on my finger and I smashed my lips against his.
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After that day Scott and I ran away to Los Angeles and Kirstie and her crush/ now boyfriend Avi moved with us.
Scott and I got married and have been married for 4 years now. We adopted two kids a girl and a boy Scott became a singing teacher and I became a drama teacher and we live a happy, normal life.
And we wouldn't want it any other way...
