Thread: The Therapist [Ladydark/SWN1994]

Well we've been talking. . . my dad says that he might get me a dog so we could go out together for the walks. he replied with some good news. Looking around in the backyard the boy's eyes fall to his clubhouse. He remembered how he would sleep in there all the time during the summer months, his parents allowing this of course. The memory of his flashlight friend came to mind. He didn't know who the other person was, but they would talk through flickering of their flashlights up until Nathan turned 13. Then it stopped. His attention returned to his lover and with a heavy heart he nodded I'm sorry. . . he began softly as his eyes fall to their hands I knew that you were getting offers. . . I just wanted us to be able to leave without any worries. I haven't seen them for such a long time and . . . they were planning my funeral. I couldn't let them do that. . . not after the death of my big sister. I didn't want them to worry anymore. Nathan explained. Sighing he nod, his hands wrapping around the older man's hands. I tried that. . . but the judge said that I wasn't any state to make my own choices. . .I never meant for this to happen! I just wanted us to leave without me getting upset. Blushing the young man shyly smiled as he shook his head. No, hehe. I can't without you being next to me. I'm fine though, what about you? Nathan asked sweetly. Standing up he pulled away from the man as to keep up the image of this being a professional relationship. Leading the man to his club house he opened it up and closed the door behind them. His father having to calm his wife when they child went into the small wooden club house. There weren't really windows, just a sky roof which was covered up. There was the back window but old, dusty curtains covered that window. Opening up the sky roof the young man turned to Tony and waited for permission to come to the man. It's been such a long time since I've been in here. I always wanted to show you this! he said happily. The clubhouse was just as he described. The wooden floors sturdy, a old, dust cot in the corner of the room, a desk, some old toys, and his wall painted all over. The paint cracking from years of exposure. Being sick and stuck with his captor did not sit well with Nathan. He did freak out again when Tony bathed him, that had called for another shot unfortunately however, by the second time he would only jerk away if Tony moved to fast below his chest or upper back. There were gifts, all different sizes which laid next to Nathan's bed. The boy had refused to open a single one, saying he wasn't going to stay so why should he bother opening them? . . .Better . . .No. Not too much anymore. Nathan answered. Taking his breakfast the boy ate slowly, the ice cream first to go as he knew his medicine would be in there. Licking his lips clean of the sweet treat, the boy looked up to Tony and frowned I really should see a doctor. . . he said as he tried to find a way out. There were signs of Nathan trying to escape. Some scratches on the door and healing bruises on his shoulder from weakly trying to knock the door down. Nathan did get better, although it took more than a week to get better. In that time Nathan did open his presents, hoping to find something to help him escape but only finding whatever Tony had bought him.