A dangerous bond: Love&TheStreets

A dangerous bond: Love And The Streets

Here I was sitting in this bitch's again trying to figure out why I continued to come here and pour my soul out to this lady. She tried to pull that intimidation shit with the way she had her office all spruced up with tall book shelves full of books that I never ears of before. I'm not no dumb chick but, shit the books had titles I couldn't even pronounce. The office was always neat though, there was a photo of a little girl on her desk who looked to be about eight years old; long ponytails, a yellow dress and she had a tooth missing at the bottom. All of this time I've been coming to her office and this was the first time I noticed the little girl's picture, I guess she was her daughter. She was cute, but she looked bad as fuck. Reminded me of myself at that age, but my smile didn't exist then. Too many bad days to smile. That's part of the reason I'm in this shit hole now, Dior my therapist, can be a real asshole sometimes she may be doing her job but, I gave that shit right back to her and remind her of just who the fuck she was dealing with.
Speaking of the devil, she just walked her educated ass in the room. She always wore her long jet black hair flat-ironed, she was tall maybe five foot eleven inches with long legs, light brown skinned woman reminded me of the beautiful actress Megan Good. I was enticed with her but, at the same time I couldn't stand her however the Prada pink and black suit and black heels was looking good on her. I was impressed to say the least and that was odd because most bitches wasn't really on my level. "Welcome back, Mrs. Hernandez." She spoke sitting down in her white plush chair. I shook my head at her and scanned the room; particularly the wall behind her, where she had degrees hanging on her wall from Harvard and Yale.

"You can call me Tatiyana, you know?" I said sarcastically. I loved giving her fine ass a hard time.

"Yeah, I know. Are you going to go deeper into your past today or Are you going to bullshit me again?" She asked getting straight to the point.

"I like that Dior, straight to the point." I smirked and chuckled.

"Cut the bullshit Tatiyana!" She snapped causing me to laugh.

"Sit the fuck down! You not scaring nobody." I said in a calm tone as I sat up in my chair.

"Let's start from the beginning, tell me about you, your childhood, family." She spoke while pulling out a little black book.

"You sure you're ready for what I'm about to tell you, Dior I need to know that whatever I say in this room stay in this room." I said still uncertain. She always says that everything I shared was confidential, but Dior had done very untrusting eyes and I didn't trust a soul.

"Yes, any information you tell me is confidential unless it's life threatening to you or anybody else's"

I laid my head back on the sofa and let my mind roam, thinking of all the shit I had to endure as a child. A mother who hates your guts because of who fathered you, a drug lord stepdad who was a pervert, who messes your mind up so bad that you fall in love with him.

"Tatiyana, hello? Earth to you." She said while shaking me.

My eyes popped opened and I looked at her "What was that about? You never blacked out like that?"

"I don't know, whenever my mind wander's to my past I black out m; it's so much pain." I spoke.

She sat up and looked at me "Whatever you went through, I'm here to help Tati. I need you to stop holding back, I have to find something out, so that I can know how to help you."

I cleared my throat because I was about to give this hoe an ear full. She has no idea the shit I been through. "Well some people call me a Queen, because of the way I moved with some much precaution, I was what you called a silent killer never said much but if you tried me I will let my bullets talk before I wasted my time. I was a young boss and everybody knew that, they called me ruthless I killed anything that posed a threat to me in any kind of way. Griselda blanco taught me almost everything I know, I looked up to her."