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Tristen Geovanni Escoffery/450 23 Therapist office February 4, 12:34 pm
1 year later
I sat in a therapy office with one of the best in Jamaica.
Neva did fi put mi hand pon har and it a was stupid reason to even do it. I was just so pissed off by her not telling me where she was going or anything.
As matter a fact she even lie.
"So Mr Escoffery how do you feel lately" he asked while getting ready to write.
"Mi feel fuck up yute because mi tek it too far especially wid the gun part" I sipped my cup of Hennessy.
"Why do you think could have caused you to behave this way?" He started writing.
"The trauma of my childhood days"
"Have you been sleeping at night or been out?"
"I have gone out when it is necessary but most days I stay home and smoke," I said honestly.
From Tania gone mi nuh sleep and mi wah Reach out to har fi tell har mi sorry but lia seh mi fi lef har alone.
I haven't been sexually active either since no one interests me anymore.
"Okay, so have you tried reaching out to her this week?" He asked going to another paper.
"No, I haven't since her best friend said she doesn't want to talk to me" I explained as he gave me a raised eyebrow.
"Take it from me, friends are like lions they will be friends with you when everything is going well but as soon as bad things happen they disappear"
I raised one of my eyebrows trying to get his point.
"I'm saying if you listen to that friend you may not have a chance of getting back your partner even tho what you did was very very wrong if she truly loves you she will come back after your apology"
That now mi nuh know how fi apologizes.
Candice not even ago help mi either.
"Tristen you are a good man but sometimes you have to put the Past aside and your anger"
Flashback
"Yuh likkle whore yuh" my father started beating my mother with the strap belt as I was strapped to a chair forcefully watching.
"Dontae please wi have a son together" my mom cried and pleaded for my father to stop.
"Yuh see Tristen this is how yuh treat whores" My father used his knife and cut into my mother's stomach causing her intestines to fall out in front of my eyes.
