This Here Don't Belong To You.

The New Girl In Town.

My name is Ciara Mitchell. I'm 19 and I've been living in New York, NY for almost two months now. I still don't know anybody here besides my therapist Dr. Jones. He talked me into moving 17,000 miles away from my toxic family and friends for a piece of mind. How tf hell I meet a therapist that far away, well that's because he's my aunt ex boyfriend. He practically watched me grow into the young woman I am today. I still call him unc tho. Even though he would rather me call him Kevin. It was awkward because he was always unc and he is much much older than I am, and I respect my elders. Anyway me and him have these 1 hour settings every 2 weeks to test my well being. It's okay I guess, other than me not having any real problems. I ain't no depressed ass girl and I have a love for nature, I visit the forest a lot well they're woods but yeah let a bitch dream. Today I went and some asshole was parked in my space. I couldn't wait to see who it was so I can curse them out. About 30 minutes of waiting I fell asleep and then I hear a tap at my window. I jumped and grabbed my pepper spray and looked to see who were disturbing my peace. It was this handsome man that looked as if he had been out there all night and he asked could he use my phone to call home. I didn't trust that so I called the number for him. A lady picks up and I say "Um Hello Ma'am, I'm here with your son, husband. Hell I don't know all I know is he's here and I'm here. He gave me this number and well I guess he ran out of gas." "THAT DAMN TIM, THATS MY DAMN SON AND HE IS ONLY 18. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL HE WANT BUT THE ANSWER IS NO!" And she hangs up before I could even respond. I looked at him and said sorry Kiddo, I don't know how else to help. He asked if I co get him gas and I respond sure. So I go to get his gas and bring it back to him. I grew concerned cause he is in a nice car, and he is very much handsome. Just look like he ain't had sleep all day. So he puts the gas in and I ask where do he stay. He stay on Guernsey Street. So did I, OH WOW. So we part ways and I go to my section. I was late and Dr. Jones didn't like that. Which was weird cause why are you mad about me being late when you get paid either way. But oh well, he always fussed at me for being late. I'm immune to it. We get into section and he asked if I found any friends yet? I said yes and it's a guy. He smiled and said be careful, you're too pretty to be a cumrag. I wanted to slap the shit out of him. I said excuse me. He said I'm just making sure you good out here Ciara , that's it. I said whatever and rolled my eyes. As time was wrapping up I didn't feel comfortable to even say anything to him, I just got up and left. I get home and spot Tim outside, I waved and he waved back then I yell come over for dinner and he signaled with a thumb and we parted ways.