Kev? Fuck.
I don’t respond.
Because if I open my mouth, I’ll say something like bring kneepads or you’re not surviving next week if you wear those thigh highs again.
She leaves.
Kevin lingers.
And I seriously debate how deep I’d have to dig to hide a body under the squat rack.
Journal Entry #1
Thursday July 29th
Therapy Journal
Dear Rhys,
You should be very proud of me. I didn’t even consider violating the absurd little 100-feet perimeter around Hank and his crusty rebound bitch. Honestly, I didn’t even think about either of them all day until just now. That’s only because you said to focus on them for this journal.
I will for this week. But if by next week I’m still feeling strangely over them, maybe we should refocus this journal on something more useful. Because I honestly don’t even know what to say. No boundaries crossed. No illegal spells cast. Nothing.
I did sign up for Anger Management. I would appreciate it if you added a gold star beside “effort” and “attitude” in my court report. That’s just me going above and beyond.
I met someone there. He also trains at a gym. He’s going to teach me about “good form” and “how not to throw squat bars at Kev.”
Goodnight.
Rhys Journal
Dear Rhys,
You won’t see this entry.
My God, you have such beautiful eyes. Are they haunted? By what?
I’m so excited we’re having breakfast next week. I couldn’t find your address. It’s unlisted. I guess I don’t blame you. Youprobably have to be careful, being a therapist. God knows the kind of weirdos you attract.
I’m creative. I’ll find a way to know what to bring.
Benji Journal
No entry.
Just “BENJI” in bubble letters. Surrounded by hearts. And one very muscular cartoon arm flexing.
Jett Journal
Scheduled Monday training sessions with you.
Kev said we can do punching bags. That feels appropriately rage-oriented and emotionally cathartic for us.
I’ll bring M&Ms. You need to understand that I see you.
Not just the tribal sleeve tattoos or the cut abs.
I see the softness too. The part of you you keep hidden under all that ink and scowl.
