𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, Her white French tip nails laid flat on the manila folder with the name KENTRELL GAULDEN on the cover in bright red.
The air conditioner blew on her neck making her move the chair back some. She was patiently waiting for him.
The door knob jiggled making Dearra aware of her assistant on the other side.
"Hey D. He's here." The look on her face worried Dearra. Jayda was used to dealing with people with mental issues so seeing her body language that gave off fear was surprising.
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Kentrell was behind Jayda leaning on the wall, hands deep in his pocket and head down. He didn't wand to be here but his recent overdose episode worried Montana and Ben so they dragged him to see a Therapist.
His blue hoodie covered his face but from the moment Dearra saw him walk in..she was stuck. His balmain jeans hung low on his waist showcasing black polo boxers. On his feet were air forces that looked fresh out the box.
Chains around his neck danced and twinkled every time it caught the light of Dearra office light.
His bowlegged legs dragged itself to the chair opposite of Dearra and he sat down with a soft sigh.
"Hi..how are you?"
Dearra decided to start off with small talk and instantly regretted it.
"Bitch. Just fucking fix me so I could go home hoe. Ion wanna be here as is." The younger boy spat at her with so much venom she had to draw back.
