A Cry For Help

Counseling

**July 15, 2015**

Today was my first day in grief counseling. Anisha and Auntie Jay signed me up for this. I didn't want to be here but I know it was for my own good. I didn't want my girls to see me like this.

"Okay everyone partner up in twos.", the counselor instructed. I just sat there and wrote my name on my name tag. I was sitting in the back of the room and this fine ass nigga walked up to me. "Hey Camry, I'm Kordell.", he said reading my name tag. "Hi.", I said dryly. "Can I sit here?", Kordell asked. "It's a free country, ain't it?", I said scooting over.

The counselor started walking in our direction so I started to participate. "So Kordell? Where are you from?", I asked as the counselor stood over our table. "Well I'm originally from Atlanta but I've been living with my cousins for a couple weeks.", he responded licking his lips.

His lips were so thick and brown. He looked like he smoked plenty of weed but I ain't judging. We can match something sometimes. "Tell me why you're here?", he asked as the counselor continued to watch over us. "Well my moma died a couple of weeks ago but I was kinda prepared for her death. I was doing okay, I thought. But then my cousin got killed last week and I had a mental breakdown. I didn't want my kids to see me like this.", I said.

We continued to talk about our situations to each other. By the time I was done, I had cried a river. It felt good letting out my feelings to someone who was willing to listen other than Anisha.

The counselor walked towards the front of the room to dismiss this session. Kordell passed me a tissue and grabbed my hand. "It's going to be okay. You have people on your side that's looking for revenge, too.", Kordell said. When he said that, I looked confused.

I walked out the building and called Anisha. "Hey Pooh. The meeting over.", I said into the phone. I apologized to her after yelling at her the other day. "Damn. Can you catch a ride? I'm picking up Mariyah and Chelsea from daycare and this line long as fuck.", she explained. "NiNi, who am I going to catch a ride with?", I asked looking around. "I'll just sit here and wait. It shouldn't be that long.", I said hanging up the phone.

"You look good when you staring off into space.", said a voice from behind me. I smirked just knowing it was Kordell. "Well hello again.", I said looking up with my hand blocking the sun from my eyes. "Why you still sitting out here looking all sexy and shit?", he asked. I smiled and stood up grabbing my MK purse.

"Waiting on my cousin to pick me up.", I said looking into traffic. "Well I got a car, if you want me to drop you off." Kordell suggested. "It is pretty hot out here. I'll take your offer.", I said smiling. He grabbed my hand and led me to his blue Ford GT. "This is a beautiful car. It look like it go hella fast." I said rubbing my hand across the door. "Yea it is. But I'll take it easy on you." Kordell said unlocking the car doors and opening mine for me.

I pulled out my phone and texted Anisha telling her I had a ride. " So your brother got shot a day after my cousin funeral?", I asked. Kordell didn't look at me. He kept his eyes on the road. "No. He got shot the day of your cousin's funeral." I didn't say anything. I just nodded. "You know Kailah and Kylen?", he asked. "Kylen bitch ass killed my cousin.", I said frowing angry. " Make a left at the light." I directed.

"His bitch ass shot my brother. Because of him, my brother is dead!" Kordell semi-yelled. Kordell stopped right in front of my house and calmed down. How did he know where I lived at? "All we can do is pray for your family's strength." I said gathering myself and stepping out the car. "Wait, Is Dayshon your brother?" I asked, soon noticing their similar features.

Kordell stepped out the car and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Yea, that's my lil brother. My back bone. I can't believe he's gone man." Kordell broke down. I stood next to him and just hugged him. I didn't have the comforting words he needed. I know the pain of losing somebody you love.

A/N: I Know It's Short But It's Something. Need More Feedback.