The Unexpected Wrong Side

Chapter 14- Final Solution

"Do you know what this is?" Stan had a feeling that Dr. Rytec knew what this was, that she had a suspicion of what this might be.

"I can't be sure. I would rather you wait to hear it from the people at the institution." Dr. Rytec told Stan.

Stan didn't want Kyle to go to a psych ward. That would make him break down into more of the person he's not.

In the deep truth and honesty behind all this, it may help and clear more things up.

Less suspicion, and more guidance.

"I'll give you my card in case you'd like to keep in touch. I'll give you the address and phone number for the institution."

Stan took the card and shook hands with the therapist.

A mental institution; Kyle, in a psych ward with a bunch of other people just like him.

Kyle got up out of the waiting room chair he was sitting in and approached Stan. "What'd she tell you?"

Stan sighed and walked Kyle out to the car. "Stan, what'd she tell you?" Kyle asked again.

"We'll talk about it at home." Stan put the car into drive mode and rushed back home.

Kyle wanted to keep asking Stan about it but he didn't want to make him mad.

Jimbo was at his gun shop working the night shift that Ned was supposed to take. Ned got sick, so Jimbo decided to be a good friend.

Kyle headed off into the house with his boyfriend behind him.

"What the hell did she tell you?" Kyle questioned once Stan locked the door.

"Before I say it, I want to remind you that this'll help even more." Stan said before revealing the truth.

"Okay what is it?"

"She gave me the number and address for a mental institution." Stan waited for the yelling.

Kyle's eyes expanded to golf balls.

Stan knew he'd gotten himself into an argument that was making its way into the present day.

"You're sending me to a psych ward? Are you fucking kidding me?" Kyle yelled.

Stan walked towards the redhead, "I didn't say that. But I'm just saying it could help you."

The second Stan's hand moved out, Kyle swatted it away, "You're fucking crazy."

"Kyle, please. I only want to help you." Stan said to his boyfriend truthfully.

He'd never planned on hurting Kyle once. Never, ever.

Kyle pushed Stan with both his shaking hands, "No you don't. That'll drive me even more insane. I thought I could trust you."

Stan could've sworn he felt a small rip in his heart.

"Ky, you can trust me. They'll be able to figure out if you need medication or not." Stan kept walking toward his boyfriend ever so slowly but Kyle kept backing away.

"Don't come near me." Kyle ran into his and Stan's bedroom, locking the door behind him just as Stan reached the doorframe.

"Ky, please open the door. Don't be mad at me." Stan pleaded hopefully.

Kyle had face planted onto the bed.

His tears soaked his pillow. He thought he had put Stan through so much bullshit he didn't deserve. He had the idea that Stan was hurting him, but that could never happen.

Stan tried opening the door, "Kyle, I love you so much. Please let me in."

The horrible sounds of muffled crying filled Stan's 2 ears.

He sighed in sadness over it. Kyle crying was a very distraught looking image to view, whether it be far in the distance or close up.

The only person Stan had ever fallen in love with was the boy on the other side of the door.

He never expected it either, but it ended up bringing him the greatest feeling ever.

All the negativity of this situation was trying to rip them apart. Stan was doing everything he could to make sure that didn't become a reality.

He had no idea what was happening; the psych ward would know; that was the solution.

Somehow, in some way, Stan had to figure out how he'd get Kyle to go. It was for the best.

It'd tear out any negativity, or at least some.

Kyle refusing to go wasn't a surprise.

Convincing him to go might take awhile but it had to happen.