A Dancehall Story: Book 7

Chapters 15 - Free Mind

Chalkline's POV

We had skipped out on a couple sessions but because Mel got mad and made it clear that we had to finish them come hell or high water.

"Glad to see you're back" Moni said.

We were well familiar now so I could call her Moni.

"Glad to see that you are in better spirits" I said.

She smiled.

"I can't allow the crazies of this world to get me down Mr. Walker" She said.

I leaned back into the couch.

"I take no offense" I said.

She leaned forward with her pen in her mouth.

"I really don't care if you want to take an offence Mr. Walker. Anyways how have you been?" She asked.

I looked at the window and noticed that she nailed it up with boards.

"You don't want fresh air?" I pointed at the window.

She looked at the window, then back at me.

"I will get some when I leave here" She said.

I chuckled.

"What you want to know today hun?" I asked.

She roll her eyes.

She got up from her chair to walk to the back of the couch I was sitting in. She lowered her mouth to my ears.

"We are very familiar now so I am going to need you to share some things with me" She said.

She pulled my hair before walking back to her chair.

I laughed.

"You know my hair is my weakness?" I asked.

She made notes on her pad.

"Someone you do you the honor of cutting it for you then" She said.

I have a feeling my wife will be the one or LJ will make them fall out very soon.

"Could you imagine the massacre that would create?" I asked.

She crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair.

She had her note pad ready.

"Tell me how you got like this, who made you like this" She said.

My heart started to race and she could see the change in my features.

"Why would you think someone made me like this? What wrong with me?" I asked.

"Do you think you are a normal person Mr. Walker? Then what you did is made that girl love you so much she because just as twisted and fearless as you, who created you" She asked.

My face got rock hard.

"I'm just perfect Moni, can't you see?" I asked.

"No I don't see perfection Mr. Walker, I see a man that is still trying to find himself, a man that's fighting himself because he thinks that he isn't good enough, tell me where is started, Garrick" She said.

She placed the notepad on her table and raised her hand, she wanted me to trust her.

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"What you feel comfortable telling me" She said.

I closed my eyes, then reopen them to look at her.

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