~Los Angeles,

06/03 {Wednesday, 7:48 P.M }

~*~ Dorian ~*~

"Lani ? I'm back ! " I heard as I was cutting the vegetables for my lunch, that I was taking kind of late. Actually, it was more like my dinner. 

"I'm in the living room. Hey, Kavon ! " I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard Laylani calling my little cousin's name. It's been awhile since I saw him for the last time. He came to visit me in prison once a month every year, for my birthday too and sometimes I was calling him to know how he was doing and he was always answering. But other than that, we didn't really have the occasion to see the other one and really catch up on each other's life since I finished high school and got immediately sent in jail.

"Hey, Lani ! How are you ? "

"Good and what about you ? "

"I'm fine. RJ, can I take a drink from your fridge ? "

"Of course. Lani, where is Do ? " He asked as I heard footsteps behind me.

"Dorian ! " I turned around to see my little cousin, who had grown and wasn't that little anymore. Even if Kavon wasn't related to us by blood, he was family no matter what. His father was -and still is- Richard's best friend and since I was most of the time at RJ's house, the three of us grew up together. We went apart in high school because we weren't the exact same age, him being three years younger than us, but it didn't prevent us to still stay in contact as much as possible. 

"Hey ! " I smiled wiping my hands.

"It's good to see you." He hugged me in a brotherly way for one minute before to pull away, "How are you doing ? "

I shrugged, "Oh...Like a man out of jail..."

"Okay..." He sighed, "You should've never gone there in the first place. You were just protecting your mother." 

I nodded my head, "Yeah...I know. So, how is life for you ? " I asked to change the subject of conversation. I didn't like to talk about the reason of my incarceration. It was still painful and...shaming. I was ashamed of myself and my dad also. We both ruined our little family and because of us, my mother had to live the worst years of her life by seeing her only child killing her husband and going to jail. I wished all of this happened otherwise, but I had no power over it. 

It was life.

"I'm working in this restaurant as a chief and soon I hope that I'll be able to open my own."

I chuckled still not believing that he was into this, "Can you tell me when exactly you started taking interested in cooking ? "

He let escape a chuckle also, "I don't really know." He shrugged, "It just kind of came to me. But I love what I'm doing and it's the most important."

"Exactly." Another voice said getting our attention. 

RJ was standing there, leaning against the doorway, staring at us attentively with his dark brown eyes that were telling a lot of things, but I couldn't put my finger on a specific emotion. He cleared his throat and walked towards us, "Uh...Kavon, can you let us, please ? We need to talk." He placed his hand on Kavon's shoulder and motioned for him to leave the kitchen, with his head. Kavon got the message and walked out, but not before to grab himself a bottle of water. 

"Hey, dear lil' cousin." I greeted and then rolled my eyes. I went to the oven to check on my chicken. It wasn't ready yet. I checked the rice also and it still had minutes to go by. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. Since two days, he was observing my every moves without letting a word come out of his mouth. He was just staring and it was getting on my nerves. If he had a problem, I preferred him telling me instead of looking at me like that, "What ? Talk. Express yourself ! "

"First off, don't raise your voice at me, Do."

I sighed getting frustrated already, "What do you want ? "

"I don't appreciate the way you're talking and behaving with me lately. I welcomed you in my-"

"Okay, but did I force you to do this ? "

"No, b-"

"Then stop with your bullshit. Do you want me out ? That's what you want, huh ? Just say it and I won't be a bother for you anymore. Just say it, bro ! "

"And where would you go then ? I don't need you to be homeless ! "

"Then what ? I know you're dying to tell me something, but you choose to be a pussy a-"

"I'm not a pussy ! But what's wrong with you ? I'm trying to be there for you and y-"

"Stop worrying about me ! Okay ? I don't want you to stop living your perfect little life because of me. I'm fine and I'll be even better once I'll be right on my feet again. Don't worry about me."

He sighed folding his arms on his chest, "You changed so much, how do you want me to not worry about you ? "

"Just don't, I'm good ! Really."

"Okay, but I insist, you still need to see someone to-"

"Don't worry. I have an appointment tomorrow."

He frowned slightly, "What ? When did you..."

"Probation. I have to attend a group or individual therapy. I chose the individual. I'm going tomorrow in the morning, and after that I'm gonna start looking for a job. I won't live here with you forever." We chuckled at the same time, "Mainly if you and the beautiful Laylani are gonna move in together soon. Is it still serious with you two ? "

RJ let a huge grin appeared on his face. This guy was in love, you could see it clearly, it was written all over his face. You just had to pronounce her name and he was gone, "I can definitely see myself with her in a couple of years being even more serious."

"Oh, am I hearing wedding bells or...? "

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•06/04 {Thursday, 8:55 A.M}

I didn't want to be here, but I had to. I didn't want to talk and that's exactly what I won't do. Why going to a therapist ? Why speaking with a stranger about your problems ? It's not like it will really solve all of them. Of course no. Maybe, will make you feel better, but that'll be all. A therapist isn't God. And plus, how to know if that person will really be concerned by your problems. Is a therapist truly listening to you ? No, for me they were just people who were there to steal you money easily. Way too easily. You think they will help you, but actually they take your money. Like, if they were really helping you with your problems, why then people are always coming back to them ? At a certain point, you shouldn't be needing one anymore, right ? 

I shook my head and wiped my face. I was tired and wanted to sleep more than anything else. I really didn't want to be here. I wanted to go far away, but I couldn't, or else I will be send in prison again. And I didn't want to go back there more than being here. 

"I hope it won't be too long."

~*~ Docia ~*~

I checked my outfit that consisted of a woman black suit with pants, heels, a vest and a white shirt under it. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail and the makeup on my face was normal, so I had some mascara, eyeliner, blush, and red lipstick on. I looked down at my nails, that really needed a manicure, but since I had to squeeze this ex-criminal in my schedule and I couldn't put him at another hour but only this morning, my nails and toes had to wait a bit longer before to be pampered. 

I lifted my wrist up to be able to see the time on my silver Michael Kors watch and saw that it was time to listen to this new client. 

I puffed and rolled my eyes, while encouraging myself to go through this day without losing my calmness. 

I opened the door and walked in the waiting room too see that black man who seemed to be not too happy to be here. Well, we were two then. I cleared my throat getting his attention, "Dorian Willkingston ? "

He stopped playing with his fingers and then raised his head. Once I had a better glance at his face, I couldn't help but let escape a low and little gasp. I knew this man. Well not like really know him, but we had already met before. He was the man my nephew almost hit with his basketball. 

No lie, he was attractive with his dark chocolate tone of skin, his dark piercing and mysterious brown eyes and his delicious looking lips. His face was...perfect. His feature were strong and well done. He looked like a sculpture, and created by God himself. He was wearing clothes, so I couldn't know how his body really was, but he did look good in it. And he looked like to be a sportive person. 

I shook my head and came back into reality hearing his voice, but I couldn't quite perceive what he was exactly saying, "Uh...what ? "

"Um, I said good morning and how are you ? Are you okay ? " He asked staring at me attentively. His eyes were really marvelous. Okay, they were brown...like a lot of people out there and myself, but they were expressing a lot, a whole story that I was eager to know about. He seemed to be an interesting individual. 

Maybe that's what I needed to fill this hole in my life. 

"Yeah, uh, good morning Mr.Willkingston. I'm fine and you ? "

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I'm...good."

I put a smile on my face, "Okay. Well, let's start. C'mon." I motioned for him to follow me in my office. He did and I then let him sit down on the couch reserved for the clients. I took my iPad, turned it on and sat on my chair, across from him. I opened the notes app and dictaphone before to really start the session, "So...since nobody really filled me about your case, can you tell me a bit about yourself ? "

He scratched the back of his neck and looked around ignoring me completely. It was no surprise to me. A lot had already done this before him. And it was totally alright. Of course it's a little weird to talk about your personal life to a stranger, but people don't know how good it can make them feel sometimes. It's bad to hold every emotions and feelings that are in conflict in your heart for yourself or it will start eating your alive one day and it will only get worst more you will hold all of this in. 

"Dorian, we have one hour to spend together and it will go faster if you talk to me. What's on your mind right now ? " He bit on his bottom lip and raised his eyebrow still not speaking up, "Please. You'll feel better after. Are you happy to be out of prison ? "

He chuckled dryly shaking his head, "Look...uh, Doctor um ? "

"Khimona."

"Yeah, Dr.Khimona...Uh, I'm here just because I fucking have to. I won't confess to you. So do something that could be great for you and I both and will prevent us to waste more of our time. I came here, so tell them that and we'll be good."

I shook my head chuckling also, "We won't be good. Since you're on probation, I have to give my records to your probation officer, so he'll be sure that you're taking that therapy seriously. So...if I was you, I would be talking by now."

I saw his jaw stiffen, "But you're not me."

I smacked my teeth, "We can't stay here, sat down and looking at each other for one hour."

"Why not ? I'm sure it'll be interesting. Look into my eyes, Dr.Khimona." He told me like it was a challenge. 

I took a deep breath thinking about a way to make him open up to me. He was still in prison a couple of days ago, so I was sure that he had a lot on his heart. Prisons are known to be dangerous and crazy places. And I saw several people being traumatized by it. And I was sure that it was no difference with him. 

I had to win his trust.

"Okay. You won't speak, I got it. Then...Uh...Let's go somewhere." 

He slightly frowned, "Let's go somewhere ? Where ? "

"Have you eating your breakfast yet ? " He kept staring at me with his piercing dark brown eyes before to slowly shook his head, surely confused by my sudden question. 

"Fine, then we're going to IHOP and I'm inviting you. Come with me."

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