Capítulo 24: Elon, being brave and facing the demons that haunt him. Will Nola also be as brave? Of course not! This is Nola we’re talking about here.
"Well, that's quite a story, Elon."
"That's why I don't like to think about it." I was bitter. Can't believe I had to tell her that. It's so embarrassing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Peeper, but this helps me with the diagnosis. The more information I can get, the much easier it is to assess the current situation, and the more likely I can come up with a way to help you two."
"Are we done?"
"I guess. I do want to learn more about your days in elementary, but I figured at this point everyone found out and you were teased throughout. I can guess what happened at that point so I'll spare you. You might have to talk about that with a professional however, so I suggest you prepare for that."
"When do I have to see a professional?"
"I would prefer if you seek them as soon as you can."
"That may not be an option while I'm living with my parents."
"It still applies. As soon as you possibly can, seek a professional."
"Yeah, I get it."
I sit up from the couch and the doctor sits next to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder, "you did great, Elon."
"Thanks."
==After the session==
My dad picks me up but I don't say anything to him. I just sit there quietly. But when we get home, my mom...
"What has that witch done to my baby boy?"
"Mom..."
"Look at you. You look so sad. Tell me, how did that plague doctor ail you so, my son?"
"Mom, I'm fine, I just had to recollect some things for her."
She turns to my dad, "Honey, call our lawyer. We're suing the school."
"Knock it off, mom. This is as much your fault. I now realize you should've put a stop to this since the beginning."
"Dear," my dad says to my mom, "calm down."
"No, no, no. Look at my poor baby. That bar wench had infiltrated my son's mind, violated his privacy, and doped him with pills. Look at him, look how much medication she gave him. He's completely out o fit."
"I didn't take any medication."
"Shhh..." my mom hugs me as she presses my head against her bosom. "Hush, little Elon. Don't worry, mommy is here. Let me make you some chamomile tea to help you."
I gently push my mom away, "I'm just going to see Nola."
"Yes, yes, of course. See little Nola. Let her soothe your worries away." She then turns her attention to dad. "Honey, drive me to the school right now."
"Calm down, dear."
"Disobedience, again?"
I just walk out and head next door. I knock on the door and Mrs. Uro answers the door.
"Elon."
"I want to see Nola."
"No. Not until you apologize to me, my daughter, her father, me again, swear to never do such nasty things ever again, agree to marry her, and get neutered that you will ever see her."
"Hey Nola," I say as I wave to her behind her mother.
"Nola, get back," her mother pushes her with her arm, "don't worry, I have a pepper spray."
"Mom, let me speak to him."
"After all he did, he should be lucky I haven't thrown him over the railing."
Nola pushes her mother aside who got a shocked expression on her face.
We walk to the stairs and climb down a few steps. After a few flights we sight down.
"How did it go?" Nola asks.
"It wasn't pleasant. I had to tell her about our days in elementary."
"mmmmm... why you'd you tell her? That's embarrassing."
"I didn't like it either, but I had to. It was to help you. I'm doing all this for you Nola."
"For me."
"Yeah, I want you to get better, that's why you got to see her tomorrow."
"MMMMMMMMMM!"
"Nola."
"Give me some more time."
"For what?"
"Uhh... to do the therapy. It's kind of working. In fact... it may work so well that I won't need to see her."
"For your bathroom problems, but you still have a social problem."
"That doesn't matter. Everything is online, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm sure in the future, long-distance boyfriends who you never get to see face to face will be the latest fad."
"Nola, be serious. You clearly want a boyfriend."
"What? When did I ever say that?"
"Just now."
"That was just an example."
'Then what about me? You keep making advances towards me."
"I never did such a thing!"
"You have been doing it for some time now. Ever since we entered high school. I'd even wager you've been doing something in the bathroom other than relieving yourself when we were in middle school."
"Like what?"
"Well, this one time you were in the bathroom when you were 13, I didn't hear you pee or poo... but you did use toilet paper."
"Umm... what do you mean? Of course you use toilet paper to wipe after pooping. What else could you possible use it for?" Do I tell her that her face is bright red right now? Naw.
"My point is, we're not going to be a couple-"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
"I'm not interested in being your boyfriend."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
"You're going to have to live without me by your side in the future."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
She's not taking this well.
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