JOHNATHAN  (THE THERAPIST )IN THE MEDIA

Some of yall really be trying to find wrong in anything Jessica does lol.

"You never judge me for the things I did." - Tink

ANT

I feel so fucking empty. I haven't seen or heard from Jessica in almost a month. It's like she dropped off the face of the earth. I'm forced to take care of the kids alone but I guess I asked for it. She was doing it herself for a while.

I'm stressed as hell. All I wanna do is at least talk to her. "Where yall going?" I ask Noble, Majesty, and Jessie as they walk in here. Jessie is holding Amari's hand. LaLa and Tae are in front of Noble. "To the mall." Majesty answers. I raise my eyebrow. "You lying. Your eye color changes when you lie. Try again. Where yall going?" I ask. "Fine. I'll tell you. We going to visit our mom that you and yo dusty ass daughter mistreated." Noble answers. "Let me put my glasses on so I can see who the fuck you think you talking to." I sarcastically say, pulling my reading glasses out my pocket.

"Truth hurts, huh? Dad, you so lowdown." he says. "You know what... sit yall asses down somewhere. Yall ain't going nowhere." I say. "I'm seventeen, daddy, dang. Why can't I do what I want?" Jessie asks. "What I say?" I ask. He storms back upstairs. Noble and Majesty glare at me. "I can't even tell yall lil twin asses apart right now cause I'm high. But whichever one of yall ya is need to quit lookin at me crazy." I say, rolling another blunt. "That's why she gone now. You psychotic and temperamental." Majesty says.

I narrow my eyes as he walks back up the stairs. "Noble, right?" I ask just to piss him off. "Acually, I'm Majesty. You can't even tell me and Noble apart, daddy, damn. And quit smoking so much. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and going off on her in texts cause she doing her, you need to text her and tell her you sorry. Well... nevermind. She just might be riding a real nigga dick at the moment." he says, snickering. "Fuck you just say?" I snap on him. "Ian studder, dad. But yeah." he says. "Aight, bet. Where the hell she at?" I ask. "She doesn't want you or Reign to know so I'm not gonna tell you until she ready." he says, then walks up the stairs.

Reign runs down to me then jumps in my arms. "Hey, daddy." she exclaims. "Hi." I dryly say, not really wanting to be bothered by my baby girl right now. "Are you sad?" she asks. "I'm fine. You know anything about where your momma is?" I ask. She frowns a little. "Well... I don't know where she is but last time she was here she told me she wanted to go to Memphis." she answers.

I sigh. "Aight." I say. I'm finally swallowing my pride. I'm asking Montana where she went. If nobody else knows, I know he knows. "But can we go to the mall? I saw this purse, hoodie, and a new Rolex I wanted. And I wanted some stuff from Macy's. Please, daddy." Reign begs. "Get out my face with all that, Reign. I ain't in the mood and I'm through spoiling you. Yo momma spoiled you too and you dogged her too. You on punishment, starting now." I say. She starts screaming, throwing a tantrum. I stand then pull my belt off. She starts crying as I beat her ass with it. "Now, go clean that junky ass room, bring me yo phone, and you better not delete a fucking thing!" I yell.

I sit back down on the couch then pull my phone out. I call Montana then put it on speaker. "You calling me for what?" he asks. "You know where my wife at? We don't gotta get along but that's my wife and it's almost been a month. Tell me, now." I demand. He starts laughing. "Yeah, I know. Of course she told daddy." he says, pissing me off.

"Mothafucka, where she at?" I yell. "She at Patrick house." he answers, making me madder. "Who the fuck is Patrick? Hell naw!" I yell. "Patrick the star, mothafucka. She under the sea, kickin shit with SpongeBob, Sandy Cheeks, and Patrick. Would you like directions to the crib? Mr. Krabs, Gary, and Squidward might be there too." he says, dying laughing.

I hang up in his face. "Fuck all that!" I snap, grabbing my gun off the couch. I'm going on a manhunt tonight. Since mothafuckas don't wanna tell me shit, I'm about to start looking for myself. I'll kill anybody who steps to me wrong over this shit.

NOBLE

"Okay, here's the plan. Daddy just threw a tantrum so he most likely about to lock himself in a room or leave. So, when this happens, we'll leave. Or, we can leave out the back near the pool and just sneak to the garage and take the family van. Jessie, you driving while I sit in the back with Amari. Majesty, you our look out. LaLa and Tae, yall gotta be quiet and keep Amari quiet while we sneak out, okay? If everybody do their part, we can go see momma without the grumpy old nigga catching us." I say, referring to my dad.

"Got it." Tae says, holding Amari in his arms. "Mommy pretty." Amari says, playing in Tae's hair. It gets silent as Reign walks in here. "Fuck you want, hoe?" LaLa asks, shocking me. "Watch yo mouth, Antayla." Jessie demands, still shocked that she said that.

Reign rolls her eyes at LaLa. "What yall doing?" Reign mumbles. "Minding our business." Tae yells. "I'll call Montana." Reign threatens, immediately making Tae shut up.

"Look, if you coming in here to start stuff and try to snitch on him for saying how he feel, take yo trifling ass back to yo room." I say. "Why do yall exclude me from stuff?" she asks. "Our momma mean a lot to us and we don't fuck with nobody who do her like you do." Jessie answers. "Nigga, your momma is dead, fucking idiot! That's my momma, not yours! How bout you go dig that dead bitch up out her grave since you want a momma so bad!" Reign yells.

"Ay, cut it out!" I yell as Amari cries. "That shit wasn't even necessary." Majesty snaps on her. Jessie laughs. "You trying to make me feel bad about my momma dying while giving birth to me but it's really making you look stupid. My biological mom is a fuckin' hero in my eyes, bruh. She laid her life down so I could live and that's real shit for yo stupid ass. And you look even stupider trying to down me about it. Yo momma been a mother to me since I was one years old and I love and respect her like she gave birth to me. You lucky, you still got yo biological momma and you can't even respect her. It's niggas like me who would kill just to spend a day with my real momma. You got yours and don't even love her. Get yo ass out my face." Jessie snaps on her.

"I'm telling daddy yall sneaking out." she says. "So? Tell him. Fuck he gone do? Nothing but take his belt off and throw a tantrum. Do I care? No. Now, me and my normal siblings got somewhere to go. You just mad cause you feel left out." I say, holding Amari's Elmo backpack containing his coloring books, crayons, juice boxes, some water bottles, clothes for him, and a bunch of snacks. We already put our bags in the trunk of the van. Since we can't get on a plane, Jessie, Majesty, and I are taking turns driving to where my mom is. We got a long drive ahead of us.

"Can I come?" Reign mumbles. "What?" Majesty asks. "I said can I come. I'm sorry, okay? I really miss her." she mumbles, wiping her eyes. "Nah, mane. You ain't bringing that negative energy around me, them, or my momma." I say. "Please, Noble." she begs. I smack my lips. "Go pack a bag, hurry the hell up. And if you open your mouth and disrespect anybody, I'm putting you out on the side of the road." I say. She smiles wide. "Where we going?" she asks. "You'll see." I lie. She definitely won't see because as soon as she walks out, we leaving out this bitch without her.

As planned, we left Reign there. I don't care about her feelings.  "Wait!" she screams, chasing us up the street with her bag. I laugh. "Jessie, stop the van." I say. He stops in the middle of the street, not too far from our house. She gets in. "Why did yall try to leave me?" she asks, crying a little. "Suck it up. I don't care about your tears, you should know that by now." I say in all honesty. I don't care if I'm mean. When am I not mean? I don't give a shit about her tears.

JESSICA

I'm back in California for my therapy session. I've been coming here a lot of video chatting with Johnathan while I'm traveling. I've been some of everywhere. I've been in New Orleans for the past few days and I'm going back after my session.

My phone starts ringing. I answer it. "Hey baby." I say to Majesty, smiling. "Hey momma. We on our way to New Orleans. Can you get us a room at your hotel or can you get some type of suite or something?" he asks. "Huh? Your dad's driving yall? And I'm in California right now, actually." I say. "Oh. But no, we left cause he was being his usual psychotic self. But all of us left, Reign is with us." he says. "Okay." I say, not really caring about her coming. I've accepted the fact she don't give a damn about me and that's fine.

"Do you, Jessie, and Noble have your driver's license with you? I don't feel like dealing with the police if yall don't." I say. "Yeah, we do." he answers. I trust my son's enough to drive by themselves. They have their licenses and they learned to drive when they were little kids. Our lifestyle is crazy and emergencies come up a lot, so they needed to know how to drive. I know they'll be fine. "Where's Amari? Did yall get him some snacks?" I ask. "Yeah. But we been on the road about an hour. We plan on stopping somewhere to eat in about three to four hours, then Noble and Jessie will switch." he says. "Man, driving from LA to New Orleans is a whole day, Majesty. I'm gonna just catch a flight somewhere in between and get yall to get me from the airport, then I'll drive the rest of the way, okay?" I ask. "Ma, for real, don't worry bout it. We okay. We planned this ahead of time so we well rested. I know, mom, no texting while driving and pay attention. And if we get pulled over, respect the cops. Oh, and make sure Amari, LaLa, and Tae behave." he says.

"Okay, Majesty. But I'm gonna pay for yall a room somewhere halfway so yall can get some sleep. I'll call you back after my therapy session and tell yall where to stop and what hotel to go to, okay? And call me in an hour and make sure you constantly text me and let me know how yall are. Oh, and tell Noble I'm gonna send yall a few thousands to eat, pay for gas, and buy yall whatever yall see on the way, okay? I'm putting it in his account. Yall got some cash? Cause if not, I left a bag of it in the trunk of the van some months ago." I say. "Alright. Mommy, don't stress. We okay." he says. "Okay, Majesty. Boy, make sure you call and text me like I said. Tell Jessie I said he better be driving safe and better have a seat belt on." I say. He starts laughing. "Anything else, my queen?" he jokingly asks. "Yeah, I love you." I answer, laughing. "Love you more." he says. "Bye, baby." I say. "Bye, ma." he says, then hangs up.

"The hell they doing?" Montana asks. I glance over at the driver's side where he's sitting. Since he got me from the airport, he's taking me to my session.  "They decided to drive to New Orleans to see me. I didn't even know they were doing that but they planned it. So, after this session, can you take me back to the airport?" I ask. "You know I'll do whatever you want. But calm down, all of em responsible enough to do it. And Noble is a leader and provider, he gone make sure they straight before anything. I taught him well, they gone be fine." he says.

I nod my head."Well, let me go on in here." I say, opening the door. "Alright. Remember, be more open with the nigga. Tell him how you feel so it don't build up. And imma wait out here." he says. I nod my head then close my door.

I'm wrapping my session up. "This session was so refreshing." I say. "Remember, no more build ups." Johnathan says. I nod my head. The door opens and a man that's totally identical to him storms in. "Lil nigga, I know you seen me callin' you." he says. "What the hell, Jason? Don't you see my client?" Johnathan calmly asks. He looks at me. "This bitch fine as fuck. Wassup?" he asks me. "Um, bye, Johnathan. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I awkwardly say, standing.

"I'm sorry for this. This is my twin brother, Jason." he says. "I didn't know you had a twin. I have twin sons." I say. "That's ironic. But okay, I'll see you next time." Johnathan says, shaking my hand. "Ay, why you actin' like you too good to fuck with me?" Jason asks, following me out. "Excuse me?" I ask. "You heard me." he says. "Um... well, my boyfriend is waiting so yeah." I lie, opening the door. Thank God Montana's still out here.

"Fuck yo man. Fuck with me, baby." Jason says. "No, thank you." I say, irritated as hell. Montana gets out his car then leans against it. "Aww shit, Montana, this all you? I didn't know my nigga was yo man. My fault." Jason says. I go hug Montana on purpose. "Yeah, she mine, bruh." Montana lies, catching on. Jason nods his head then walks back in the building.

"How do you know him?" I ask Montana. "Did a few hits for the nigga and sold him a few kilos back in the day." he answers. "Oh." I say. "You cool with me coming with you to New Orleans? I got this strong ass feeling I can't put a name on but something is telling me to go with you. I put it on Tae life I'm not trying to do nothing you don't want, I just got a feeling and I follow my gut instinct." he says. "Yeah, that's fine." I answer, going to Erykah Badu's music on my phone so I can zone out and think straight. I still haven't told anyone I'm on medication for depression right now and I left my medicine in New Orleans and I really need it.

I'm just scared Montana will think I'm crazy if I tell him. "Montana... do you know someone who sells Zyprexa?" I ask him, swallowing my pride. If he can't accept me the way I am right now, he don't need to be a part of my life. "Isn't that that medicine for depression and anxiety?" he asks. I slowly nod my head. "Yes... I've been taking it for a couple of weeks. I went to the doctor and got it prescribed. It helps me, Montana." I answer. "I know a couple of pharmacists. I'll call and get you some right quick. But I don't think you should take those. They make some people gain weight. Would you like to try Prozac? My brother takes those and they pretty good. I think that'll work better." he says.

"Yeah, I'll try them." I answer. "I got you." he says. "You don't think I'm crazy for taking depression medicine?" I ask, a little shocked. "No. Help is what you need, not me to judge you. I told you I'll support this whole thing." he says. I nod my head. "Thanks. We gotta hurry, remember, we got a flight." I say. "Okay. I'm hungry. You want Popeyes?" he asks. "That's fine." he answers. I nod my head.

VONTE

"Fuck you mean you can't have children, Malaysia?" I ask her. Malaysia is a woman I've known and had sex with for the longest. She lost her virginity to me in her twenties. I ain't about to wife her cause I don't want the hoe but I do want a kid. I'm trying to have kids and this the only woman other than Jessica I'd have a kid with.

"I can't. I was beat in a gang fight as a teen and I can no longer have kids." she says. "Fuck. Well, you pretty much useless and out of commission. Feel free to let yourself out." I say in all seriousness.

She looks at me crazy. "Excuse me?" she asks. "You heard me." I say, pushing her to the front door. I gently push her out then close and lock the door. I need to smoke a blunt. I come up with great ideas when I'm high.

"Hmm... yeah, that's it." I say, putting my blunt in the ash tray. I dial my brother's number. "What?" he asks. "That's no way to talk to me, nigga." I say, laughing. "But look... would you care if I asked Jessica to carry my baby? I'm not gonna actually impregnate her though. I wanna get an egg put in her from another woman who can't have kids or some shit and I just need her to carry the kid for me. But um... yeah, would you care? Cause I got a good fertility doctor." I say. "Get yo high ass off my phone with that dumb ass shit." Ant says, then hangs up in my face.

I narrow my eyes. I'll ask Jessica my gotdamn self. And if I'm lucky, she might go to a fertility clinic with me and let them put my sperm in her. We just found out Montana's our cousin and she used to fuck with me the strong way so she might as well take one for the team and have my baby. She already kept it in the family so she might as well gone do it.

I send her a quick text telling her we gotta talk soon. Jessica is my heart almost so I won't mind letting her carry my baby. I hope she agrees to it cause that's all I really want. Plus, she fine as hell so our baby will be sexy as fuck. I got it all planned out. She don't ever judge me for the way I am so why not?

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