~*~

William grabbed his phone, skimmed through his contacts, and stopped on the one he was looking for.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Ri-

"Hello?" A rather deep and groggy voice answered from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, just a heads up I signed you up for therapy. The first appointment is tomorrow." William smiled as he slowly pulled the phone away from his ear in preparation for the other's response.

"yOU W?!"

A faint voice was heard from the responder's side of the phone, "Jesus it's 5 am please, for my sanity, be quiet, John!"

"Sorry-" John replied in a sarcastic voice, "anyway, what do you mean you signed me up for therapy?"

"You heard me." William rolled his eyes, "you will be attending"

"Whatever."

The next day John received a text from his father giving him the address and the exact time.

He had about 40 minutes to get there so he quickly got dressed, grabbed his keys, and walked to his car.

John groaned, "I'm gonna kill him" as he turned the car off and started to walk up to the building.

The raven-haired male sat there for a few minutes before his name was called, signaling that it was his turn.

"Please, have a seat. We'll start slow and ease you in!" The therapist smiled kindly at him. "Feel free to talk about whatever for the next thirty ( 30 ) minutes."

John stayed silent for a minute before speaking, "well..."

Thirty ( 30 ) minutes later, John felt like a huge burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. He was happy knowing that someone wasn't afraid of him even after learning about his past.

"God I needed that..." John inhaled as he got back into his car and started driving back to the school.

The male continued going to therapy every week or so. He was pleased with the progress he had made with his therapist's help and his therapist was genuinely proud of him which only encouraged John even more.