The Divine Right of Kings | By : vinsmouse Category: G through L > Hardy Boys Series Views: 5917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 23
Joe sat on the couch in Dr. Carpenter’s office, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the opposite wall.
“You’re angry,” Steve stated.
Joe didn’t answer, only continuing to stare.
Steve sighed. “I know you didn’t want to continue seeing me.”
“No reason to,” Joe sullenly mumbled.
“Because you’ve forgiven your mother?”
“Yeah.”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath willing himself to remain calm. “You don’t think there’s any other reason for you to see me?”
Joe shook his head.
“What about the panic attack?”
“It only happened once.”
“Yes, but why did it occur?” Steve quietly asked.
Joe rubbed his hands over jean clad legs. “I don’t want to talk about that.” He could feel his heart pounding away, feeling as if it would come through his ribs at any moment.
“Take a deep breath Joe,” Steve sternly ordered. He was relieved when the instruction was followed. “Hold it, now slowly release the breath…and again.” He continued these instructions until the boy calmed down. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Joe whispered.
“Do you still think you don’t need therapy?” Steve asked after giving the teen a moment.
Joe glared. “You did that on purpose,” he accused.
Steve looked startled. “Did what?”
“Made me panic.”
“How did I do that?”
Joe only glared.
“I only asked a question Joe, a reasonable question,” Steve pointed out. “The fact that it began a panic attack does tell me that you need to deal with what happened.”
“I am dealing with it,” Joe argued.
“How?” Steve knew something of what Joe was doing at home but he hoped if the boy started to talk he would realize he wasn’t dealing with it at all.
“I just am.”
Well that worked well Steve thought and why was his inner voice always so sarcastic? “By hiding out in your room? That isn’t dealing with it Joe, it’s only avoiding the issue.”
“What do you know about it anyway?” Joe snapped.
“I know that avoiding problems won’t make them go away.”
“The only problem I have is that people won’t leave me alone.”
“Your family is worried about you Joe. They don’t want to see you hiding from the world, from life because of the actions of two men who treated you nothing but cruelly.” Steve spoke in a gentle voice filled with concern.
“You don’t know anything about it!” Joe yelled. Pushing to his feet he turned towards the door.
“I know something of what those men did to you and I know what they would have done.”
Joe reversed course, quickly closing the distance between himself and the now standing doctor. “I…” he poked the doctor in the chest, “don’t,” poke, “want,” poke,” to talk,” poke, “about,” poke “it!” With that he shoved Steve away from him.
Steve quickly recovered his balance. “What do you want to talk about then?” he calmly asked. This wasn’t the first time a patient had blown up at him, nor would it be the last. Such things came with the territory of his job.
“Nothing,” Joe spared one more heated glare towards the doctor before storming from the room. He stomped down the hall, through the waiting room without looking his father’s way and out to the parking lot.
“Joe!” Fenton called running after his son. What the hell had that doctor said to cause this reaction he wondered? Stepping outside he was relieved to see Joe pacing next to the car. He’d honestly been afraid his son would have run off to who knew where. “Joe, son, what is it?” he asked when he was close enough to be heard.
“I don’t want to talk to him again,” Joe nearly snarled.
“Did he do something to you?”
“He won’t quit trying to make me talk about stuff,” Joe complained.
“Well that is his job son,” Fenton calmly pointed out. He was smart enough not to let Joe see him smile at the complaint. When you considered the man’s title it was a pretty silly complaint.
Joe looked long and hard at his father. “You’re going to make me come back aren’t you?”
Fenton nodded. “I really think you should.”
“Fine but I’m not going to talk to him,” Joe sullenly insisted.
“I don’t suppose I can force you to,” Fenton admitted. He glanced towards the small building; he could see the doctor standing just inside the door. “Will you be okay by yourself for a minute?”
“Why?”
“I need to go back inside, pay the bill…”
“Make another appointment,” the blond groused.
“That too,” Fenton admitted. “So will you be okay out here?”
Joe glared, “I’m not a little kid.”
“No, you’re not.” Taking his keys from his pocket he unlocked the door and handed them to Joe. “So you can listen to the radio if you want,” he explained.
Joe nodded and slid into the seat. He watched in sullen silence as his father disappeared into the building.
“Joe’s pretty upset Dr. Carpenter,” Fenton said as soon as he entered the building.
“Yes and believe it or not that’s a good thing,” Steve smiled.
“A good thing?” Fenton was doubted that.
“Today is the first time he’s reacted with strong emotion.”
“And why did he?”
“I asked him what brought on his panic attack which nearly sent him into another one. Don’t worry it didn’t get that far but I used that as an opening. Joe didn’t like it much,” Steve admitted, ruefully rubbing his chest.
“So now what?”
“I keep seeing him; help him to deal with what happened to him.”
Fenton glanced towards the car; he could just make out Joe sitting in the passenger seat. “He insists he won’t talk to you again.”
“He will eventually,” Steve confidently predicted. “He needs to deal with the terror he lived through Mr. Hardy. If you didn’t know that you never would have brought him to me.”
“You’re right,” Fenton sighed. “It’s just not easy, forcing him to come here when he clearly doesn’t want to. I know he probably hates me right now and I know this is what’s best for him.”
Steve quickly realized the elder Hardy wasn’t really speaking to him and wisely remained silent.
“I guess I need to make another appointment for him,” Fenton concluded, resigned to the situation.
TBC...
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