Bashful Beings

08 Mentally Unstable Caleb

"Is it okay for me to ask?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure" He replies.

I sit up straight and asked "What happened to your parents?"

"Well, all I know is that my real mother lost me. When my adoptive mother said that they found me and I was in a stroller. My mother's name was sewn on my bib" He replies.

"What's your Mom's name?" I ask.

He scratched his head and said "I think that's enough bro"

"Okay" I reply.
I faced towards the television. It's kinda weird that he called me bro. He was a dick before but I don't know what happened to him.

"Can I ask something again?" I ask.

"Okay" He replies.

"Where's your adoptive mother?" I ask.

"Well bro. She passed away yesterday at the hospital" He says.

"Oh, I'm truly sorry" I say.

"It's okay. She told me about the bib thing before dying yesterday" He says.

"Do you have the bib?" I ask.

"Yes, I was carrying it around with me since yesterday" He says.

"Oh, okay"

He stood up and said "I better get going"

I stood up and he led the way.

"See you soon bro" He says.

"Yeah, sure"

It's still weird that he's so nice and he's calling me bro after her adoptive mother died. He wasn't like this before. But it's pretty cool that he acknowledges me as his friend.
Anyway, I realize that being alone is very nonchalant and tedious. But this environment is gladdening because I can be myself, freely. I went to our backyard and just lay down on the grass. The sky is not that sunny and the grass aren't soggy, it's a perfect combination for a lazy day.

I fell asleep for a while until somebody splashed water at me. I stood up immediately and it was Mom. She was not looking happy.

"What the fuck is going inside of your mind?" She asks.

I laughed and said "You're a therapist, why don't find out?"

"How can I know if you're not telling me anything?"

I laughed again. "Fair enough" I say.

"That's it! You're going to see a therapist, not me"

My laughter stopped.

I asked "Why?"

"Because you're not normal anymore!"

I started to laugh again. I asked

"Is there any alternatives?"

Seems like she calmed down.

"Well, no. I need you to see a therapist, just one session"

"Ugh. Fine" I exclaim.

"Now" She retorts.

"What? Now? Really?"

"Yes, I already booked Lewis Brown. I'm driving you because Tony told me that you can't use her car anymore"

"What? Why? What the fuck is going on?" I ask, confusingly.

"I told her everything that you're doing and after that incident in Jacksonville? Tony told me that you can't use her car anymore" She replies.