There's a lot of things in life you don't expect.I didn't expect for The Ryan Strome to call my cellphone on a Saturday for a therapy session. I didn't expect to be hopping around crazy on a Saturday when I could be in my cozy warm bed.I didn't except to be dressing properly and curling my hair while trying to bake brownies.Multitasking.Nice right?Nope,Stressful more like it!

    I shimmy into my skinny jeans while removing the brownies from the oven muttering censored cursed words such as 'Mothertrucker' 'Son of  a booger'. I was not a fan of cursing as a Therapist in training you learn to channel your emotions so cursing is a big no no (Though sometimes I can't refrain myself )After a few huffs and puffs while running around like a mad woman I find myself in skinny jeans with a white buttoned up short sleeve shirt along with my Timberland Glancy's.I place the brownies and lemonade on my mini office's table just as the bell rings vibrating through out the two room apartment.

   Rushing to the door almost tripping over my two feet I  stop in front of the door and breathe composing myself.I open the door and there stood Ryan Strome in a gray shirt ,gray low waisted jeans ,you guessed it gray sneakers.He had a pair of bunny ears that fanned his face with a carrot in his left hand that he sticked into the side of his mouth(inside just to clarify).

"What's up doc?"He says imitating bugs Bunny like a pro making me chuckle.

"The sky"I answer smirking mockingly pointing upwards

He rolls his eyes but his smile never faltered "You know doc give a guy a break it took me forever to prepare this ya know"
He says throwing his hands in the air as exasperated.

I send him a small smile before turning around motioning him to follow.I walk into my mini office with Ryan at my heels.The room was small.It had a plain wood desk and a layed back sofa and simple chair that matched the sofa.There was a book shelve filled with books and closet I had yet to fill.

I sit in the simple chair as Ryan lays down on the sofa.The playful energy that was once there had quickly vanished and now it was tense suffocating almost and I was super close to drowning in it till Ryan's voice filled the silence.

"I'm an Atheist"

My eyebrow raises at this and my curiosity was quickly piqued. The Stromes were known for being a strict Catholic family but then again that would explain why Ryan was never seen in any of the church photos or the sermons.

"Why?"I ask when I notice Ryan staring at me gauging my reaction

"I just believe if god could make this world fill it with animals and people Why do people suffer?
Why are people who starving?
Why is there illness and why do we rely on technology that can break at the snap of the finger?
If he's so perfect and had the ability to make big changes but turns sit down and watches as innocent people suffer yet we still get down on our knees and ask for forgiveness for every little mistake"He says heatedly and with so much passion its jaw dropping.

What he said actually made sense and that's what worries me like my own opinion could just cause of that speech.

"Maybe God allows these things to happen so we can learn and make the best out of things.
There's no good with out evil and there's no darkness without a little light. Maybe he does it for balance.If everything was all Daisy's and laughter do you think people would work as hard as they do?No cause they wouldn't know hardship and hardship strengths you"I voice out what I always thought about God

"I never thought about it that way"He whispers as if talking to himself but I know he's talking to me by how he's staring into my eyes

In that moment I felt that I was once step closer to knowing the Ryan Strome behind the image and facade but as soon as he looks away the flow falls and urge him to look back ..to tell me every little thing.I know this job wouldn't be that easy though as I watched him nibble on his brownie before gulping down his lemonade.

His phone buzzing knocks me out of my daze.I watch him as he picks up the phone speaking softly into it.He spoke quick and fluently as if panicked.. rushed.
Soon he hangs up as he stands up.

  Placing a white envelope in my hand he mutters a goodbye doc before leaving.

I wonder what has him so panicked...

I thumb threw the money in the envelope before picking up my journal.

I made progress today with my client Ryan Strome.He says he's an atheist and I respect his decision but he seemed to be thinking over what I said trying to process it.

I made one step today I have many more to go

           -Phoenix Ryder