Secrets

Baby Steps

With the help of Royalty, Huey and Riley were able to get in contact with the black therapist. It didn't take long for an appointment to be booked. Huey read up that they took priority in making sure that they didn't have to wait around because the waiting was what put people off coming. As the time creeps closer to the appointment, people believe their problems are not problems anymore and cancel. He thought that idea was smart because he had a feeling both him and his brother would want to pull out.

They drove there in silence, both not wanting to talk about what was about to happen. Instead they let their thoughts run around and create its own conversation. It was better that way.

If it was up to Riley he wouldn't go to therapy, he didn't see a need for it but he didn't feel like physically fighting Huey. He could easily take him on. However, he just wasn't in the mood to whoop his ass.

Huey was the more mature of the 2 and understood that this was going to be a step forward to finding out what happened to their parents. Him and his brother was robbed too early of their presence and he wanted to find out why.

Before they knew it, they were walking inside the building that looked a little rough on the outside but inside was very clean and modern with black art around the waiting room. They were about 10 minutes early and there was only 1 other person there besides the receptionist sitting behind the desk.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?" The receptionist smiled at the two boys professionally.

Huey cleared his throat. "We have an appointment today. Huey and Riley Freeman."

After a couple of seconds of typing and then some clicking she replied to him. "Yup, just take a seat they'll be with you soon."

"Thank you." They both mumbled, going to sit on the black and comfortable couches with some space between them.

They waited. Silently once again.

The other person there got called in, leaving just the two of them in the waiting room.

Huey thought about saying something to his brother but what would he say? What could he possibly say in this situation when sometimes he just about wanted to he in the same room as him?

He sighed quietly. There was no use.

"Huey? Freeman?" A deep voice called out.

Or time.

The brothers looked over and saw a young, muscular black man standing by one of the doors.

"We don't have the same person?" Riley questioned out loud more to himself.

"I guess we don't." Huey replied as he stood. That was the most they had said to each other all morning.

He walked over to the man who smiled and held his hand out for a handshake which Huey gave back before stepping into the room.

"My name is Oluwafemi Boyega but you can just call me Femi." The man smiled.

Huey looked around the room. The office was small but comfortable and matched outside. Modern design and black art. What he was surprised at was the toys in the corner, a table with different art things on them and a TV with a PlayStation plugged up to it.

Femi noticed Huey starting to raise his eyebrow and so spoke first. "We get children of all ages and they open up doing different things. We even have a mini court outside for the ones that enjoy sports."

'Interesting.' Huey thought, he never expected all this.

"Let's have a seat shall we." Femi gestured to the couches and the two sat across from each other.