Lost N Luv (Key Glock)

34.

A/N
The missing chapter

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"Markeyvius." Dr. Allen called out, Key was lost in the sauce at the current moment. It had been three days since Lay had been off the grid, no phone or anyway to contact her. The last text he had from her was her telling him she was safe and after that messages stopped being delivered and they turned green.

"Huh?" He asked focusing his attention back to Dr. Allen.

"Where are you at right now?" The doctor asked him, Key trained his focus on the therapist.

"I'm here witchu." Key knew what Dr. Allen was asking but he didn't want to bring it up.

"Nah, you're elsewhere. Last session you told me you were going to let me in a little bit more.. what happened to that?" Dr. Allen clicked the top of her pen.

"I'm just thinking about the mother of my child .. she just recently went to Belize for a break from me and our daughter. Mind you she's pregnant. I just feel like it was a little selfish." He sighed and that's how he really felt.

"Based on what you've told me about her Markeyvius, it wasn't selfish it just seems selfish to you because you're used to having unlimited access to her. Her taking care of herself to better herself for her, you and the kids is not a bad thing Key. Why do you associate women leaving as a bad or selfish thing?" Dr. Allen did her research on him and she knew why she just wanted him to say it.

"You tell me." He huffed, he felt like she was playing with him and this is exactly why he didn't like going to therapy. Nobody wanna talk about their feelings all the time.

"Mm. I don't need therapy. You do." She gave him the same attitude he provided her with. He wasn't used to women strategically getting right back with him.  Key was getting ready to walk out but he possibly had a son on the way and he wanted his son to be a better man than him. He wanted to be a better man for his son.

"My mama went to prison for 15 years when I was real young." He sighed sitting back on the couch.

"Okay, how'd that make you feel?" She asked getting her notepad and pen ready.

"Alone like fuck. I mean my granny raised me so I looked to her as if she was my mama you know? Started playing with sticks when I was six. I didn't know anything else, when I was about 16, I started hitting the streets selling drugs. I had to make a way for us and when I tell you my granny chased me around our house with a belt trying to whoop me when she found out. We both ended up out of breath just laughing and then those laughs turned into tears when she told me how sick she was and she just wanted what was best for me. Right when my mama got out for good behavior, my granny passed and I held that promise to her that I would stay out the streets and stay to my music." Dr. Allen handed him a box of tissues.

"Wow. I'm sorry for your loss. How did that make you feel losing what was like your mother and then gaining your maternal one back?" She was intrigued.

"Thanks. My world crumbled and came back together, I feel like I didn't have any time to grieve either loss. I felt like my mama was selfish for what she did to go away my whole life and selfish of my granny to die on me." He shook his head, Key knew what he was saying was wrong and he knew that his granny dying wasn't his choice.