(Pov: Liam
Writer: @NewSoul34)

"I'm not even sure why im here really..." I say as I watch the clock on the boring, white wall tick away. I guess that the plain decor is supposed to be relaxing, or soothing to the patients. I mean, this is therapy after all. I bring my eyes down slowly to the Auburn haired woman sitting down poised and professional-like with an empty sheet strapped to a clip board in front of me in her doctor's chair.

"Well, obviously there is a reason. Your mother said you've been acting out. At school, towards your brother, at your father-" Dr.Rece drags on. "He's...not my father really..." I cut her off. Don't know why I did that, I was just fine with referring to Jerome as my dad usually, guess I just stopped being okay with it this year.

"Liam..." Dr.Rece started with a sigh. "I thought we were making progress, you opened up and told me about things that were bothering you at school now-" "you know I liked it better that way." I cut her off again. "We don't have to poke into my childhood..." I said, I really didn't like talking about it. Therapy was stupid, long story short.

"Ok, tell me about how school is going." Dr. Rece said. She was clearly disappointed by the dead pan in her face. "Well...Nytrell dropped out..." I said. "Why'd he do that?" She asked with her fake intrigue. I knew it was fake, but it was nice to tell someone anyways.

"Like, one of his songs got 12000 streams on Spotify so he just left," I avered. Before she could open her mouth I spoke more. "He was like the only openly gay black man at our school people liked..." I said looking down at my hands.

Dr.Rece found interest in what I had to say again. Real interest this time. "Speaking of, how has coming out gone?" she asked. I just chuckle in reponse. "It's not. The only one who knew was Nytrell." I said sadly. "Nytrell was your boyfriend?" She asked. I just laughed again. "No, I mean we messed around but it was never a relationship," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Ah." She said writing stuff down. I chew on my lip. "Ten minutes..." I say. Dr. Rece Raises an eyebrow. "We only have ten minutes..." I explain. "Hopefully my mom is on her way." I continue. I kinda felt bad for Mrs. Rece. I went nowhere during this. I mean, I feel had for anyone I have to talk to at this point.

We sit in basically silence for the longest 10 minutes I've felt. Soon her alarm goes off. "...times...up." She said with a slight sadness in her voice. I like Dr. Rece, I just don't trust her. I know im supposed to but why? What is talking to her gonna do? Break up, my family? Why would I want to do that?

I barely even know my birth dad. So why would he convince my mom to get me therapy? Ugh, this is all so annoying.

I look around and see my mom guiding me to the car. I get so lost in thought sometimes I am barely aware of my surroundings. I get in the car not saying anything to my mom.

"How did it go today?" She asked. She out in her sweet voice that breaks down the second she's slightly annoyed. I don't know why she had kids.

"Good..." That's all I said. It was a lie but I don't want her angry. "What did you two talk about?" She asked with a smile, probably fake. "Some girl at school" I lied, as far as she's concerned im straight.

"Ooo. What kinda girl is she?" My mom interrogates a bit as I mess with my dreads leaning against the window. 'Light-skinned. A practically shaved head she shaved green..." I said realizing I was describing my friend Tyra. My mom already thinks I and her are dating so why not.

"Awe. I knew you and that one girl you brought over was right for each other. I'm always right" she said...ironic since you married a complete asshole.

It's really rich coming from a woman who can't tell her son is gay, can't tell the man she loves is a monster when she falls asleep. How could she be so fucking stupid and say she's always right?

I find my anger boiling up ad memories race through my head. Mostly just audible l hear grunting in my ear, than the sound of a bed creaking, and I AHHHHHHHHHH get that fuck out of my head. I don't know what I must look like right now, but my mom doesn't notice any change in me. Then again, neither of us are paying attention to each other.

"We are home Buddy," my mom speaks up as we pull into the driveway of our house after some uncountable minutes of silence. It was like mid-afternoon of a Saturday. I really just wasted most of my day like that.

I start inside just wanting to calm down and get memories out of my head. It doesn't help the man who caused this pain is sitting close to me just one room away.

I could go into the kitchen and stab him right now....i gotta stop thinking that way. "Hey, Liams." He said after a minute of silence. "Hey, dad..." I said looking down. I hate calling him dad.

He walks forward puts his large hand on my shoulder and leans in closer to me. "How was therapy?" he asked giving me eyes of  'you better have kept your mouth shut.' It's not a fun look.

'Pretty good we just talked about a girl and-" my lies get cut off by a knock on the door.

I spring up to answer, buoyant to escape Jerome. I see my best friend Win at the door with two bags, one duffle bag slung over his back, and the other clutched in his chest in front of him, with an arm holding it up against him. Something looked different about him. There was this starngely tragic look buried in his face.

"I-I came out to my family.....I'll need a place to stay for a minute."