She swallowed and laughed. “Good special, I hope?”
My laughter died out as a foreign feeling tingled deep in my chest. “Real good, darling.”
The memory fades out, and I look down to the girl on my dick right now, to see it’s not Kalie. Our bodies are dripping in sweet. Having not come, nor do I want to, I pull out of her. Rip the condom off and throw to into the bin, before pushing her naked body off the bed.
“Get out,” I say flatly. She stands up, putting her clothes back on.
“I can finish you off if you want? It wouldn’t be fair for me to get three out of you, and you not get any?”
I look up at her. “Do you wanna know what happened to the last girl who refused to leave this very room when I asked her to?”
She laughs, looking around the room while pulling her hair into a ponytail.
“Yeah, what?” she answers excitedly.
I think she may just be the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. I stand, pull on my jeans, take out a cigarette from my pocket and light it up. I stalk up to her, leaning down into her ear. “I killed her,” I whisper with a smirk.
Her curious face drops and she swallows down while making her way to the door.
“Thanks, Ade. I think,” she says as she swings the door open and power walks out of there.
I laugh as I put my top back on.
Fucking stupid bitches.
I look around the crisp white walls as I sit and wait for Dr. Oswald to come out. I know I need help, I know I’m not going to be able to work through my issues without a professional. The sooner I can get past this, the better.
A young African American woman walks out in a crisp white blazer and an immaculate suit, with heels that I would break my neck in.
“Kalie-Rose Reynolds?” she asks while looking around the room of people.
“Yes, that’s me,” I reply, collecting my handbag and following her into her office.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Maree Oswald, it’s lovely to meet you. What do you like to be called?” she asks, with her hand stretched out to me.
I take her hand in mine. “Just Kalie, thanks. Pleased to meet you too.”
She gestures to the seat in the middle of her office so I walk to it, sit down, and glance around. It doesn’t look like the shrink rooms you see on television, it has a homey feeling to it, making me completely relaxed. One wall is lined with books. There’s her office desk in front of a glass window overlooking the city, and it’s decorated in white and soft gray. It really is a beautiful room.
“How can I help you today, Kalie?”
I begin fidgeting with my fingers. “Anything I tell you can never leave these walls, right?” I ask.
“Yes, that’s right. Unless I feel you are going to harm yourself or others around you. Anything you tell me is one hundred percent safe within these walls,” she responds with a soft smile.
“Oh boy, where should I start.” I pick up the glass of water from the coffee table and take some small sips, and then I begin to pour sifted bits out to her. Leaving out information like the identity of the MC. I only tell her the parts that she needs to know, the parts of me that I know need to somehow repair.
Once I’ve finished, I look up at her and see a worried look spread out across her face.
“We can work through this, Kalie. We can do it together.”
I hope so. I truly hope that we can.
I walk into our apartment and drop my handbag to the floor.
“Carter?” I yell out while walking to the fridge to grab a bottled water.
“Hey, baby G. How was your appointment?” he asks, walking into the kitchen in his Playboy robe.
“It was good. She was lovely, and my next appointment is tomorrow. She wants to see me daily for a while,” I say then take a large drink of water.
“How are you feeling, though?” he asks with a worried tone.
“A little better, I guess. I just need to take it day by day.”
I walk into my room, strip off, and wrap myself in a towel before walking to the bathroom and getting under the scorching hot shower.
“Yes, I am going to get better,” I whisper to myself.
“Are we going to talk about the fact that Felix is a shady motherfucker who needs to be dealt with?” I ask Zane. We are at one of Zane’s nightclubs in the city, just him and I.
“Yeah, I’ve been watching him these past couple of days. Watching his movements, his whereabouts and important shit like that. I want to make sure I have everything in line before I go out shooting,” he says tilting his drink up to his lips.
“Fuck that. I don’t need anything in line, I’ll fucking shoot him right now. What he did was fucked up, there’s no more to it than that. He knew more than what he made out he knew. Therefore, he’s a traitor.”