~Los Angeles,

•06/04 {Thursday, 9:24 A.M}

~*~ Docia ~*~

"So...Are you enjoying your food ? Do you want something else ? "

He shook his head no and kept eating peacefully. This one was really not a talker. Since we started this session, he was making everything possible to speak the least. Cool, I was going to respect it and wait. Forcing him was definitely going to lead us nowhere, so I was going to wait until he was ready to confess to me. I'll wait.

But for how long ? 

I wasn't going to buy him food each time. Not that I had a problem when it comes to the money, but I wasn't about to spend all I had for him because he didn't want to talk to me. I already had hard-headed people like him before, but something was telling me that he was going to be the hardest one I had ever had. 

He was definitely a new challenge.

"Do you like living here, in LA ? By the way, are you from here ? " I asked still trying to break the ice between us. I sighed as he didn't answer me. This young man was something else. 

I looked around IHOP trying to find something interesting to do while I was here with Mr.Mute. He had that wall which he was hiding behind. And it seemed like it was very well built, what meant it'll only be hard to break it. It was going to take me weeks, even months or maybe the whole year. 

I sighed and let my eyes wander again.

There was this old couple sitting in the back with beautiful smiles plastered on their faces. They seemed to be happy and enjoying life with the simplest things. They were there, eating and conversing, laughing and joking around with each other. The old man had stars in his eyes as he couldn't keep them off his wife, who was telling him something. Maybe a story. They laughed and he took her right hand, then kissed it tenderly. She giggled and leaned in to peck his lips. They were adorable and were giving me hopes.

"Maybe he is or was beating her to death every night. Don't need to look at them like that."

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. Did he talk ? Did he really open his mouth ? And of course it had to be something negative. This young man was a pessimist and I would like to know why. Nobody is born this way. You have to live something to see life with so much negativity. 

"Maybe it's a true love story." I contradicted him folding my arms. 

He shrugged, "Maybe...But I'm sure you know better than me since you're a therapist."

I slightly rolled my eyes, "I can't be right all the time. Nobody can. Nobody is perfect." 

"Why are you doing this job anyways ? " He asked out of the blue. I was a bit taken back by this question, I'm not even going to lie about this. So, I didn't really know what to tell him. But on the other side, I was happy that we were finally having a conversation. 

"Because...I'm good at helping others. All my life people kept telling me that I was great whenever it comes to give useful advice." I answered and took a fry in my mouth. 

He chuckled dryly and shook his head, "So I conclude that you're not really enjoying this job of yours. Why don't you quit and started doing something that you love ? "

I frowned as I realized that he was psychoanalyzing me. But I was the therapist heres, not him. He wasn't slick, but it was a nice try though. He was a mind player, "And what are your hobbies ? "

"Why don't you answer to my question ? "

"Why don't you answer to mines ? " I challenged raising my brow. He wanted to play, we were going to play. He wasn't the only smart cat over here.

"Well, we're living in a 'free' country, aren't we ? "

"You think ? "

"Not really, but it could be worst. It always can be a worse situation that the one you're in, right ? "

So, there was still some hopes. There was some positivity in this heart. He wasn't totally cold and maybe I could rebuild him and help him to feel better about himself and life. Yes, I was going to have fun with him for these next sessions. 

"Right. So, tell me more about yourself." I took a sip of my drink.

"I don't want to share these information with you, Dr.Khimona. If it was only up to me, I would've never came to see you. I'm good."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you sure ? You don't really seem and sound like it. You just got out of prison. And your eyes are very expressive. They hold a lot of anger, sorrow and pain. So...my questions are: Why are you angry ? What is or maybe are your sorrows ? Who caused you so much pain ? "

He stared down at his now empty plate. He licked his lips and looked in space, surely thinking about something. He furrowed his eyebrows and then let escape a frustrate sigh as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. He looked around before to lay his eyes back on me. They appeared to be darker than two minutes ago and I suddenly felt like a target. They were directing all the anger he had in his heart towards me. 

He hit the table with his fist, stood up and then stormed out of the restaurant, leaving me completely speechless.

"What the hell..."

~*~ Dorian ~*~

Who did she think she was ? Trying to read me and know every details about my life like we were best friends or something. I didn't want to share any feelings with her and by the way with nobody. I was fine with myself, like I said. I wanted to talk to no-damn-body. That therapist was stupid.

She really got on my last nerves with her shit. I didn't need that. I was completely fine and even if I wasn't, well I didn't need help. I will be alright. I just had to be a strong man like I was all this time in prison and I will overcome all of this.

Prison didn't break me like everybody thought. It toughened me in every aspect you would think of. I was another man, but a better one...Or no. Or...I don't know anymore, I shook my head feeling completely confused. I didn't know who I was anymore, to be honest. And I didn't know what to think anymore. Or even what to do with myself. 

I was lost.

I sighed and put my hands in my pockets as I started wandering around the city of Los Angeles. The sun was lighting everything up and the people seemed to be enjoying their day, more than me actually. 

Some looked truly happy. 

But maybe it was just a phase. You can never be too sure. A person can go through hell and still be walking around with a smile on their face. That poker face can hid a lot behind. A victim or a monster. What was I ? I wasn't sure. I could be a victim, because life did me dirty seven years ago when my father decided to attack my mother and myself, what occurred me killing him with a gun. I could be a monster too, because of that murder...and the consequences of having been in prison. 

Consequences ? 

I groaned and sat on this green ugly bench that was across a park with a court where young teenage boys were playing basketball.  I put my head in my hands and attempted to make all these thoughts go away from my mind because it was giving me a headache. I had so many mix thoughts. One time I was thinking and affirming something about myself and only a couple of seconds later, I was thinking the exact contrary. I needed a pause from all of this craziness that was happening in my mind.

"Hey ! " I looked up frowning, "You ! Yes, you ! " 

I observed the boy's features. Light skin, brown eyes, dark curly hair and then bingo ! It was the boy from the other day, who almost destroy my face with his ball if I hadn't good reflexes. And he was being a bit rude with his aunt also. But...wait a minute...

"Damn..." I mumbled realizing how much the world was so little. Too little, sometimes, if you ask me. I couldn't believe that I didn't even recognize her and her beauty. Maybe because I targeted her as the enemy since she was trying to read my mind, so checking her out was definitely out of the window. Dr.Khimona was the aunt D. 

And I still want to know her first name.

"Are you deaf now ? Hello." He came towards me and then sat next to me. 

"You know, you should learn how to talk properly to your elders." I said looking at him. 

He fanned me off and held his hand out to me, "I'm Ryver." 

He was an interesting young boy and it was a statement. I shook his hand, "I'm Dorian."

He smiled, "Nice to meet you, Dorian. So, what are you doing here ? Are you busy ? "

"You're asking a lot of questions, young blood." I raised an eyebrow at him. He was reminding me of his aunt. Always in somebody's business. I slightly rolled my eyes thinking about something smart to tell him.

"Keep calm, I'm asking you that only to know if you can help my friends and I with our little problem."

"What is your little problem ? " I asked curiously.

"We're missing a player."

I looked back towards the court and frowned once again, "Are you not too small compared to these guys ? They look like future NBA players."

Ryver chuckled, "I know. But one of them is my best friend's big cousin and he never tells him no, so when we asked if we could play with them, they said yes. But now, Ryan is about to go and we need someone to replace him. So, are you in ? "

"But uh...Are you not supposed to be at school ? It's already summertime for people your age ? "

He shook his head, "No. Actually, I'm with my PE class. Since it's the end of the school year, our teacher wanted it to be chill today, so we came to the park to play."

I nodded, "Oh...And right there, y'all met your best friend's big cousin ? That's it ? " I asked for clarification.

He beamed, "Exactly ! So ? "

It was a beautiful day and my morning was messed up by that stupid therapy session, but I could still save it by accepting his little offer, so I stood up. 

And next thing you know I was giving all my energy into a basketball game.

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