Two years have passed since Sa'hora was rescued from Christopher. It is now time for Christopher to suffer the consequences of his actions before a judge. With mix feelings from both Sa'hora and Christopher and the weight of the world and media on b...
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A week later, Christopher found himself at Dr. Gordon's old office building. She offered to come with him to meet one of the psychologist here that she mentored.
"Christopher, this is Susan, Susan this is Christopher," she introduced the two. Christopher shook her hand and the white woman eyed giving him a tight lip smile.
Chris already wasn't fucking with the vibes. He preferred Dr. Gordon by herself. He didn't need someone new. The three sat down at a table in one of the many rooms located in the building.
"Oh, wow," Susan said as she opened the vanilla folder.
"What?" Christopher asked as she looked over his documents with a frown.
"Oh it's just, I don't know seems like a psych ward would be a better fit for you," she mumbled.
"Susan," Dr. Gordon said sternly. Susan looked at her then to Christopher.
"Sorry Chris it's-"
"It's Christopher," he corrected. He really didn't care anymore but he didn't like her.
"Christopher, you just seem like a very special case that is beyond our level of expertise," she said with a fake smile.
"You calling me crazy?" he asked sitting up. Fear immediately ran over her white face as she quickly shook her head. He fought the urge to smirk before looking at Dr. Gordon who was looking at him with an unamused face.
"Dr. Gordon, can me and you have a moment alone?" he asked keeping his gaze on Susan. She gave him a disapproving look but he didn't care. He wanted the bitch out. Now.
"Susan can you give us a moment?"
"Dr. Gordon, are you sure you want to be left alone with him," she asked failing to whisper.
Christopher felt a familiar feeling come over him and he looked up at the ceiling. It took everything in him not to jump across the table and ring her neck.
"Susan it's fine, please," Dr. Gordon said motioning to the door.
Susan quickly got up and exited the room. Once the door shut, Christopher let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before looking at Dr. Gordon who was watching his behavior.
"I don't like her," he growled.
"I'm sorry Christopher. She is not used to dealing with black men with mental health issues,"
