[ WP ] Write me that one story you 've always wanted to tell . The story that 's stuck in your mind , but never really got onto page .

`` Ok Jim let's go.'' Said aunt Dorthy. 
 
 I slowly get up and put on my shoes. `` I really do n't want to do this... can we go tomorrow?'' I ask, not wanting to leave the house. 
 
 `` *Yes! * now come on, meet me at the car,'' 
 
 `` Fine.'' I reply. I really did n't want to go, I do n't need therapy. The death of mom and dad was hard but I can deal with it, I do n't need some old guy telling me it's all gon na be okay. 
 
 Arriving at Mr. Huber's apartment caused me to realize I had no say in the matter, i'm just a 14 year old kid, no one gives a crap about what I want. 
 
 `` I love you sweety!'' Aunty yelled out the car window before she drove away. 
 
 I looked up at the stone steps, leading to a door with a bunch of nameplates beside it. I pressed on Mr. Huber's and he buzzed me in. 
 
 `` Hi! You must be Jim, great to meet you!'' Huber said in a chipper tone, as if I was just going over to hang out, not for a therapy session. 
 
 `` That's me...'' I groan, making it as painfully obvious as I can that I do n't want to be here. 
 
 `` How about you sit down over there, beside the table,'' He gestured towards dining room table with two chairs set up on either side, all while flashing me a look telling me he caught my tone. `` So Jim, do you know why you're here?'' 
 
 I look at him as if it's obvious, not wanting to open up to stranger. 
 
 `` So, I just want to ask you one thing.'' 
 
 `` and that is..?'' I question slowly. 
 
 `` Are you at peace with the death of your parents.'' He said with a compassionate, yet unwavering expression. 
 
 I look at him blankly, my mouth agape. Suddenly I was hit by a truck. I bow my head and shove my emotions down, like I have been since the event. He says nothing, giving me time. We both sit in silence for a good 40 seconds at least, before I utter out a small ``... no'' 
 
 He leans back and looks at me with soft eyes. `` So Jim, do you know why you're here?'' 
 
 This time I say yes and nod my head. He knows he struck a chord with me. I do n't know how he did it, or how he knows, but suddenly my wall had fallen. 
 
 
 About four months had passed of weekly therapy, and I could see it working. I became more sociable, happier, a nicer person in general. So Aunt Dorthy decided to stop the sessions as they were quite expensive. I protested, but she won the argument. 
 
 Aunty dropped me off at my last session with Mr. Huber, and I walked up like I had 17 times before. I walked in, sat down, and it all came out. I explained to him how he changed me, made me a better person, and I thanked him dozens of times. 
 
 Looking up smiling, he said, `` I'm glad I could help. But for one thing I'm curious, since someone the detail fell through the cracks and I never learned it. Is it too much to ask your parents names?'' 
 
 I look at him as if he is joking, but realize he does n't actually know. `` No I do n't mind, they were Marissa and Paul Austrauski.'' 
 
 The light in his eyes deaden, his smile quickly transforms into an agape frown, and he stands up shaking the table. A lamp falls and breaks. 
 
 `` What the hell is going on?'' I ask, confusion and fear starting to bubble up. 
 
 He looks at me, `` Oh god no...'' 
 
 `` Okay what is happening, you're scaring me.'' 
 
 He swallows. Looks at his feet. Almost as if he is trying to hide guilt. `` uh-hh'' He lets out a nervous laugh, `` do you know ho-how your parents died..?'' 
 
 I stand up, starting to shake, `` yeah...'' 
 
 Beginning to talk very fast he says, `` I should n't tell you this but I've grown to like you as almost a son and For whatever reason I want to tell you this but I should n't...'' He lets out a sigh, as if he knows he is making a mistake. `` I'm... I'm the guy from the gas station... The guy who, who pulled the gun.'' 
 
 I look at him. All my emotions fade, and only two resurface. Anger and terror. In one moment he turned from a father figure to someone I wanted dead. And dead he will be. 

