For the Lost and Brave

"Chriiis, I have gooot to goooo before I'm late!" I tried to push my wife Christa away, but she clung to me, desperate to make me stay a minute longer. She nuzzled her face into my neck as Ashton and Leslie scurried into the entry hall. Christa finally let go, and I gave her a quick kiss, "I love you, Chris."
My oldest child, Ashton, he's seven, hugged my leg in order to get me to hug him. I crouched down and hugged him tightly. When Ashton moved away, my five year old daughter, Leslie, ran up to hug me. "I luff you, daddy!" She had an adorable lisp, and it never failed to make me smile. She herself was flat out adorable.
"Will you be home for dinner?" Christa asked me.
I frowned, and put my hand on the back of my neck, "I uh... I'll be home by eight..." I muttered, seeing a sad expressing cross my entire family. "I'm sorry... I'm completely booked on appointments today..." I offered.
Christa just shook her head and lead the kids into the kitchen.
I let out a low sigh as I left the house, climbing into my red pickup, and starting the engine. I drove to work in an unusual silence. I usually at least had the radio on.
I work as a therapist for the "troubled youth", though I don't like that term.
"Sir, your first appointment is in fifteen minutes. It's with a new patient. A girl named Chelsea Monroe." My new assistant, Marie, or Maria or something spoke as soon as I walked into the office, "Thank you Marie." I said, and I saw her nose wrinkle, I had gotten it wrong. "Sir, my name is Maria." She told me, "Oh god, I am so sorry... You'll have to give me a few tries before I get it right, I'm awful with names." I told her.
I walked into my private office and sat down at my desk to review paperwork. About ten minutes later a woman burst through my door, "Hello, are you Mr. Toro?" She said, clawing at her arm. I nodded slowly, "Yes..."
"Alright, great! My name is Abigail Monroe! My daughter, Chelsea has an appointment with you, but I can't get her out of the car!" She sounded really frazzled, and her speaking was fast. She also sounded short of breath.
"I'll uh... I'll see what I can do." I stood up and followed this woman out to her car.
When we got to the car, I could see a girl with blonde hair, pulled back in a pony tail with a red bandanna tied around her hair sitting in the passengers seat, her arms folded across her chest.
She glared at me as I approached the passengers side door. "I need you to come inside." I said, tugging the door open swiftly, so that she couldn't lock it. "Fuck you." She said, not even looking at me. My expression became shocked, briefly before I spoke again, "Well, your mother has already paid for you appointment, and you wouldn't want to waste money." I tried again. And then I staggered backwards.
The little bitch had punched me in the stomach!
"Chelsea Lee Monroe!" I could hear Abigail shouting.
I was starting to get a little mad. I marched back to the car, and grabbed Chelsea's wrist, jerking her harshly out of the car, "Get off of me!" She shouted as I tugged her towards the building. Then I felt a sharp burning sensation in my wrist.
She was biting me!
"Well, now you're just acting like a dog!" I said, slapping her on the nose, like you would a dog who was doing something wrong.
She looked appalled.
I shoved her through the doors and into my office. Maria looked rather alarmed when Chelsea tried to turn and run. I slammed the door, using my keys to lock it before she could go anywhere.
She stood in the middle of the room, her arms crossed, glaring at me.
"What is your name?" I asked, ignoring her glare.
"You should know that already." She responded.
I sighed, and put a hand to my forehead, "You need to tell me your name." I tried again, but it didn't really work.
She sneered at me, and said, "Bite me!"
I raised an eyebrow, staring at her incredulously, "I'm not a dog." I responded, regrettably, rather rudely, if I had to say.
She scoffed and sat down on one of the chairs.
"Chelsea Monroe, how old are you?" I asked.
"Old enough." She smirked as if what she had said had been clever.
This was not going anywhere.
I walked over to my desk and pulled out the rubbing alcohol I kept in the drawer just in case. I poured some of the putrid liquid over the fresh wound that Chelsea had created, holding my arm over the garbage as not to spill on my desk, or the carpet.
"You are making this very difficult for me." I told her, sitting down in my chair, "Is there anything that you are willing to tell me?" I asked, opening up the notebook I kept on my desk, and grabbing one of my pens.
I headed my paper with her name, and the date.
"Yeah, you're a stupid dick, there's nothing wrong with me, and..." She paused, making a face as if she was thinking, "Oh yeah! Fuck you!" She stuck her tongue out at me, screwing her eyes shut, and wrinkling her nose like a five year old, before crossing her arms and legs again, and continued to glare at me.
I sighed, and ignored her comments, "What grade are you in, Chelsea?"
She said nothing.
And that's how it was for the rest of the period.
I asked several questions, and she stayed silent.
I spent an hour trying to get her to speak, and by the time she left I was literally ripping at my hair. I sat down at my desk and hit my head on the wood.
"Mr. Toro, your next appointment is here." Maria poked her head into my office.
"Send him in." I responded, sitting up straight, and opening to a fresh page.
A boy named Seth Lathem, who I've been seeing for seven years, walked in. "Hats off, Seth." I told him. He wrinkled his nose and removed his baseball cap.

Notes

So, like I said, I wanted to write a Ray Toro fic. This is the first chapter...

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