~Los Angeles,

•06/03 {Wednesday, 2:28 P.M}

~*~ Dorian ~*~

"Good afternoon, Mr. Willkingston." My probation officer greeted me as he let me enter in his office. We shook hands and he motioned for me to sit on the chair across from him, at his desk. 

"Good afternoon, uh..." I didn't know his name. Well, actually they told me, but I forgot. But anyways, I didn't care that much to know who he was. I was here because I had to. I had no choice. Even if I was out of prison, the justice still found a way to keep a very close eye on me. Another reason why I didn't feel free. I could not do too much because I was under supervision.

"Mr.Collins. So, how are you feeling today ? " 

I furrowed my eyebrows wondering why he was being nice, "Uh...I'm fine...I guess. And you ? " I asked back to be polite. Why being rude, huh ?

He smiled, "I'm good. So, I read your file and it's saying that you just got out of prison, um, like almost a week ago. Right ? " 

I nodded my head, "Yes."

"Oh yeah, do you want something to drink by the way ? "

I shook my head, "No. Thank you, but no, I'm good." 

"Are you sure ? Because it's hot today, they said that we need to drink as much as possible. Anyways, like you already know I'm your probation officer, so I'll be the one who will supervise you for..." He searched in my file, "...uh, a year. So, if you follow the rules correctly until next June, then you'll be out of probation. So, since you had a split sentence, the first part was your incarceration and the second part is what we're doing now, so the probation. Do you know what are the conditions and restrictions already ? "

I hummed, "No alcohol, drugs, I have to find a job, somewhere to stay and I have community service, but I don't know how many hours I got though."

"That's pretty much that. You'll be submitted to drugs and alcohol tests every time we'll meet, you have to avoid places and some people that are associated with criminal activities, of course you can't commit another crime while on probation, you have to find a job and a place to stay at, you have also to attend a group or individual therapy, and at any moment your home can be searched without a search warrant. And you can't move out of the state without asking the permission to do this. Plus, if you don't comply all the conditions of your probation, it may be revoked and the suspended jail sentence will be reinstituted." He explained to me and I listened to him carefully. I had to behave like a little angel, "And as for the community service you have 350 hours and your service is to clean a park. You'll start on Monday. Okay, now I have to ask you some questions."

I nodded taking all in, "Okay. Wassup ? "

"Where are you currently staying at ? " He began with this one.

"I'm staying with my little cousin."

He pulled his iPad out of a drawer and unlocked the screen, then he tapped something on it. Once he was done, he looked back up at me, "And what's his name ? "

"RJ. Uh, I meant Richard Willkingston Jr."

He raised his brow, "The football player ? "

"Yes." 

"Okay. Do you already have a job ? "

I shook my head, "No. I just got out, remember. And anyways, who would hire a criminal ? "

"Don't think like that. You can and will find something. What do you like to do ? Do you have any talent ? A passion ? "

I thought for a minute, "No...Not really." And it was true. What I like to do ? No idea. While I was in prison, I wasn't doing what most felons do being locked up. I wasn't writing or drawing. I was sometimes in the gym, but I didn't have a passion for that. And sometimes I was reading, but I had never really loved that activity.

What was my inspiration in life ? 

He sighed, "Don't want to rush you, but next time we're meeting, you'll have to have a better answer for that part. At least, start searching something. Making efforts does count as you respecting the conditions of probation, because...it's true that it's not too easy out there after going out."

I puffed, "Alright."

"Fine. Do you have any questions ? Something that you didn't understand ? " I shook my head, "Okay...well, now time for the drugs and alcohol tests."

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After the meeting with my probation officer, I walked back in RJ's penthouse to eat my lunch. I sighed as the elevator doors opened for me to get out. I looked down at the paper in my right hand. It was the restrictions and conditions for my probation, plus I had three numbers where I could get in contact with my probation officer and I had the address where I had to get my therapy sessions. I chose to have an individual therapy, because with a group, I knew that it was going to be annoying and surely take more time than the individual since in a group you have to listen to everybody story; plus I didn't specifically wanted to share mine with people. 

And I had to attend anger management classes also, but Mr.Collins saw how much it was bothering me, plus I didn't need it to him -I seemed to be a really calm person according to his opinion- so he was going to see if I could get out of it and if no, I had to go at least twice every week at first and if I behave, it was going to change to once every week. 

He'll call me to let me know and to tell me exactly where I was going to serve the community service. And after that, I was supposed to meet him every month. 

I was happy to have a nice and understanding probation officer though, because I could have a son of a bitch who would've made my life worse than it already was. 

Yes, thanks God for that.  

"Hey ! " I frowned hearing that voice and then noticed Laylani sitting on the couch in the living room. Since she was messing around with my cousin, I only met her like three times in total. Yes, she came to visit me with RJ once while I was locked up, then she came to pick me up when I got out with RJ and now she was here. 

I didn't know her personally, but RJ told me a lot about her, so I knew her a little...I guess. And I was not about to lie, she was as gorgeous as my cousin described her to me. Her skin was reminding me the sand under the sun -if it even makes sense- she had a pretty face with beautiful plump glossy lips and her hair was naturally curly. Yes, he got himself a gorgeous girlfriend. And with everything he told me, it seemed like she had a good personality that was going along with her physical beauty. 

"Hey..." I mumbled then cleared my throat, "How are you ? "

"I'm good. What about you ? "

"Uh...it could be worse. Where is RJ at ? " I asked looking around.

"He went to Walmart real quick. He's going to pick some food from Roscoe's, do you want me to call him so he can take something for you too ? "

I sighed. RJ and I were not talking since that little petty argument we had about two days ago. I was still giving him the attitude and he wasn't really liking it. We were both hard heads, so we could continue to act childish for awhile.

"Uh, no. I'll cook something."

"Are you sure ? "

"Yes, thanks."

~*~ Docia ~*~

•06/03 {Wednesday, 8:30 P.M}

"Thanks again for your help. Thanks so much." Mrs. Aleman, my client, hugged me tightly as tears of joy were running on her cheeks. I hugged her back, patting her back, "Than you so much." She repeated as we pulled away.

"You're welcome. And don't forget to keep your head up. I'll see you next Wednesday, right ? "

"Yes. Bye, Dr.Khimona and thanks again." 

I chuckled, "Stop thanking me, it was a pleasure to help you."

I closed the door behind her and then plopped on the couch, where my patients usually sat down. I was exhausted to have listened to all these people talk about their problems. And mainly Mrs. Aleman. She was a nice woman, don't get it twist, but her issues were another story. 

She started being a drug addict twenty years ago and got help only five years ago. That addiction brought a lot of turbulence into her life. She had four miscarriages, lost her first husband and then killed her second one because she was too high to think straight and to know what she was doing. 

She had two kids and lost them at the same time as her first husband, since they could't stay with her. She couldn't take care of herself, so how could she raise her children correctly ? And as she was always too high to behave right with them, well to do short, they grew up hating her because she couldn't be a good mother for them. At a certain point, they didn't want to see her anymore and she completely lost contact with them. 

The drug took her whole family away also. She didn't even went to her parents' funeral. And it was going on and on and on. Her addiction really destroyed her life and last year she attempted suicide, but didn't do it until the end. After that, she decided that she had to get her life back in track, so she came to me and since then, I'm helping her to forgive herself, have positive thoughts and to simply not give up. I even convinced her to search her children to have them back in her life, because she should try to talk to them at least one time before to die. 

Being a therapist is not easy. While you have to deal with your own hard times, well you really can't because you have to put them behind to make your patients' your priority for the day. And sometimes you just don't want, but really really really don't want to listen to them and to help them with their problems, but since it's your job, you have to do this. And it's harder when you have these down days when you want to lay down all day and eat junk food, but you have to sit on this chair and listen to their stories. 

So, why was I doing this ? 

Because I had always been the person who gives good advice and help people, whether I want to do it or not. It was in my nature. I had always been really attentive and my perspective on life had always  been a good guidance and relief to others when they needed it the most.

I had been a therapist since six years now and it was still interesting, but for a couple of months it began to be a bit annoying though. Something was missing in my life. I had this hole in my heart, that needed to be filled so badly. And I had a little idea about what could make my life better and bring some happiness into it, but I was still scared to start the process.

I checked my watch on my left wrist and it was indicating me that it was already time to go home. I took a breath and stood up, I gathered my stuff and once I was ready to go, I grabbed my purse and walked out of my office locking the door behind me. 

As I was about to take the elevator, my phone started ringing. I frowned wondering who it could be, "Hello ? "

"Oh, thanks God you answered ! Good evening, Mrs.Khimona and sorry to disturb you. I'm Mr.Collins, I'm a probation officer and my new offender has to attend therapy. He's coming to see you tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure that you knew about it."

"Uh..." I thought about it before to speak again, "...No. It's the first time I'm hearing about this. When is he coming exactly ? I meant the hour."

"Uh, around nine o'clock, but since nobody called you to let you know before me right now, maybe you won't be able to have a session with him tomorrow."

"Uh...Don't worry, I'm going to find a solution." Fortunately for this felon, I hadn't too much clients tomorrow. But in the first place, I wanted to enjoy my morning by making a trip to the nails salon. My first client was supposed to be Mr.Drenz at one-thirty in the afternoon. But now I had to place this guy in my schedule, "What's his name ? "

"Mr. Dorian Willkingston."

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A/N: This story will go slowly at first, so not too much will happen before awhile. Or...who knows ? Me and my crazy imagination can come with something 😜

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