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It was almost 5pm when I was driving to my son's school, to pick him up from the therapy session. And I was very, very annoyed at that point.
It seemed like everybody needed some kind of psychiatrist, psychologist or psychotherapist to remain "normal" and "stable", but have anyone actually tried to dig into those quacks minds? To me, they were nothing more but weird kinds of perverts, waiting for their patients to be vulnerable, just to stab them in the back and to extort some more money from them. And I also had this idea about a secret society consisting of them, which would collect all the data about the patients, so in the future they could rule the world. And don't laugh at me, I swear there must be a grain of truth in it. Besides, i'm sure the cat was a part of their evil plan. It was all connected, but they tried to shut me up. I wondered if Alana could be on their side this time. She seemed very eager with proposing a therapist to me.
But of course, I could do nothing, because I was only an unimportant cog in this whole machinery. The life's horrors were about to remain the same, and I had no other choice but to adapt. Not fair, in my opinion. Clever move from them, but not fair.
Wally's school were the smallest in the town, and because it was already fall, the building were shrouded in darkness. There were a few streetlights around it, but for me, too less of them. I enjoyed darkness, but the kids should be safer out there. Although quarreling about it with the head teacher didn't seem like a good options (neither talking to him nor even looking at him, all of it was a simple 'no' to me), so I had no other choice but to always be worried about my son. What a life.
Anyway, I entered the building and directed to the third floor, where Wally had his sessions. Some kids were still here, but it was mostly older ones, so they didn't do as much noise as the youngsters. I was glad that normally Wally didn't require picking him up - I wouldn't bare the noises that those mental children do. The bright side of Wally's emo phase was the fact that he prefered to be quiet now. The maximum volume of the music in his headphones probably were recompensating him this, but I was willing to accept the future ear damage for silence's sake. For now. I'm not as bad of a father to let him destroy his ears permanently.
I sat on one of the chairs next to the therapist's office, and let myself immerse in the thoughts of my dogs. Winston was doing great among the others. He was an introverted type (or maybe just shy), so he preffered to just lay still on the couch and observe what was going on. He was also a sleepyhead (just like me, by the way), so recently we've been practicing resting next to each other in the evenings, just listening to music and enjoying our presence. Sometimes other guys came to us, and we just were laying in and relaxing. There was never too much of the relax for me. Giving the amount of nightmares I get every night, any dose of peace was a god's blessing.
"And how many times I told you that I despise coming here? Your headteacher is an ignorant, a duchebag, and he lowers the potential of his whole school in instant, Abigail. Can't your silly head comprehend the fact that coming here, in any amount, doesn't stand as a gratification for me? You should sometimes consider looking after your poor dad's and not cause those problems to me, shouldn't you?"
A tall, muscular man and who seemed to be his daughter left the headmaster's office. He was wearing an elegant, brown suit, and she was dressed in a vintage dress with flowery pattern. The said "Abigail" sat on the chair next to doors with a wayward attiude.
"Besides, I assure you, rabbits are not that fascinating in the inside. You'd get nauseus just from looking at their bowels, trust me"
His voice sounded gravelly, and even If i had to admit that it was not entirely unpleasant, something in him instantly made me annoyed.
"And what about the science? Are students not allowed to explore the subjects they are interested in?"
"You know damn well what you did was unacceptable, and therefore the answer is no, you cannot explore everything you want, especially when your so-called interest is the animals insides"
The girl gave her father (if it was her father, you can never know nowdays) a death stare. She crossed her arms and turned her head in my direction. I suddenly felt uneasy, as her eyes looked very stern and suprisingly scary as for such a young person. Maybe having Wally as a son wasn't that awfull anyway.
The man began to put on a coat, fancy one with an elegant belt. But his daughter apparently didn't intend to be obedient at all. She was just staring at me, which made me so irritated I had the necessity to react.
"Excuse me, would you take your cold eyes off of me? It is unsettling and unpleasant, I am not the one who did you wrong"
Now there were two pairs of eyes looking in my direction. My thesis about talking only causing problems was correct, so why couldn't I just do as my senses told me?
"What is your problem, sir? Is an eyecontact prohibited in your little life? You cannot stand when somebody's eyes scan you?" - the man instantly begun to insult me. Yet I was far from being just a sheep.
"As far as i'm concerned, obtrusive behaviours which your daughter has, are percived rude not only in my little life, as you called it, but in general too. I have a full right to ask her for not continuing the rude beahviour if I don't like them"
"Oh, really? And what about snooping, isn't it also viewed negatively by the general audience? How about you stop behaving incorrectly first, and them-"
"Dad, give him a break! He-"
"He's supposed to give me a break?? He? I am the one to be right, if anyone's giving anyone a break, that would be me and just me!" - my patience was seriously tested at that moment.
"What an audiacity you have, sir!"
"Yes exactly, that was what I wanted to say! What an audiacity one has to have to disgrace a stranger like this, you think-"
"Ekhm, excuse me, mister Graham..."
The appearance of Wally (and his theraphist, yes) cooled me off in an instant. Being the opposite to that prick, I had some hesitations when it came to arguing in my son's presence. And partially in the presence of his therapist, yes.
"Yes, miss Boyle, I'm sorry. Just the nice talk, nothing more"
I smiled to that unhinged man, showing how better than him was I.
"Yeah, apparently... Anyway, I'd like to give you some words about Wally's improvement, please come into my office for a minute. Bye, Wally, see you next week!"
I kind of regreted not being able to continue destroying the man completly. But being a responsible person which I am required some sort of sacrifices.