NewYork therapist, Dallas gets assigned a new client, drill rapper Dd Osama. After the loss of his brother his mother decideds it'll be best for the 23year old to get help, Dallas tries her best to get through and help the boy but finds herself ca...
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📍NEWYORK CITY WEDNESDAY 1:00pm
"SO YOU GOING to a shrink na?" JUSTIN asked taking a pull of the blunt, "mhm mommy got me going to that shit but my therapist fine as hell" dd voiced chuckling shortly after.
"Oo what's ha name!" Jay asked, "ha name Dr.Kennedy but she said I can call her Dallas. She 25" dd explained, "I know you like yo bitches older" Jay smirked pointing the blunt at him.
"Mhm she don't interest me don't get me wrong she fine as hell but I like my bitches gangsta feel me?" Jay nodded moving his dreads around, "I feel you but it be them quiet girls that be the freakiest bitches out there" dd nodded agreeing licking his lips.
"You got a session today?" Jay asked and dd nodded, "2:30 to 4:00" Justin nodded passing the blunt to his brother. "She gave me these journals" dd spoke pulling the two identical notebooks out, "why two?" Jay asked.
"This was from an old patient that died and this mines, she says she give old patient's books to her new clients to show them that growing is real" jay nodded liking that idea.
"That's a real good idea lowkey she sound like she know what she doing" dd nodded agreeing, "ian write nothing in it but im thinking bout it" he pondered. "You should dd I'm really missing yo old self" Jay spoke sincerely, "I do too."
Dd walked into the office seeing the same Asian with her hair now in a high ponytail with a few strands out, dd wore a black Amiri shirt, white pants, and his Jordan's. His hair was in its natural curly state with his fresh line up and his stud earrings in, "wassup dd" the Asian girl smiled.
"Wassup" dd rasped not giving her a glance of his attention, he walked to the back of the building going to the familiar office with Dr.Kennedy written across the wall. He knocked before hearing a soft come in and he opened up the freshly white wooden door.
"Hello Dd" Dallas beamed sitting at her single white chair, "wassup Dallas" he nodded his head going to sit on the couch. "How's your day?" She started crossing her legs.
"It was cool ma brother came over and we smiled a bit" dd shrugged, Dallas nodded writing down the information. "And how is your relationship with weed?" Dallas knew that people used weed as a coping system but in her opinion it was just a way to temporarily numb the pain.
"It's coo I've been smoking it more since ma brother died" dd admitted and Dallas nodded, "understandable people seem to commonly go to substances when their put in tough situations" she determined and wrote down. "So you gon write down everything I say? Dallas nodded her head "only if you tell me not to."
