Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Chapter Thirteen

Omari Sha'Jai Perez
18 years old
Jacksonville, Florida 📍
Saturday
(Excuse any spelling mistakes)

"Why are you here Omari?" Hearing the sounds of the clock ticking slowly just egging him on, his ears twitch in annoyance. He looks at the clock constantly, to the place that had all his attention. "Can you stop that, p-please?" She looks seeing his eyes squint at the black cat clock that tail swings side to side, it pissed him off even more.

"The clock?" He nods rubbing his sweaty palms on his pink sweatpants Jenna got him to match with her. His hands shake swiftly still hearing that damn clock. She nods in worry seeing his eyes twitch. She couldn't hear a thing except the old vents. Taking the rolling chair she slowly climbs on top before reaching over the metal cabinets. Taking the clock, she sets it down on the desk before putting it to her ears. Hearing the slow ticks she looks back at the boy who's been staring. Taking the clock from her ears she hears the sudden ticks of the clock slowly drift away. Turning the clock off, she looks at the boy who visibly softened. How could he hear that?

"So Mari? Just bear with me. You are the first with this case I have ever worked with. You have OCD, Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar Disorder, PTSD, and MPD or DID." He chuckles hearing her soft spoken voice read the paper.

Damn, just tell yo' whole business then. Fuck?

"I guess." She nods seeing him sit back with his arms crossed. She could tell he was a good boy. He needed help and she was gonna try to at least get him to control his head. "So tell me about Mari? What does he like? What does Benny like?"

Fuck she wanna know about me foe'?

"I play sports-"

"What sports do you play?" He mentally groans feeling like he could still hear that clock ticking. But it wasn't that. It was his heart. His heart beating and pumping the red goo that filled his body. The goo people don't realize pumps through everyone just the same. No different nonetheless. Fear. Like a lone fluffy bunny running from the red eyed wolf who craved his life. He felt like he was that bunny running through the forest. "Uhh track, basketball, and football. Soccer too and baseball but I never really played it in school." She nods seeing him say that proudly. He loved sports. If being a scientist didn't work out, he would definitely play professional sports or be an ear to talk to.

"Have you always played sports? What does it do for you?" He takes a glance seeing the middle aged white woman write down his previous statements. It made him uneasy knowing that everything he said was written down by this woman. He just had gotten used to his old therapist but she retired. It made him think about if it felt similar when God shows you everything you done in your life during judgement. To know everything you did was written down except he couldn't see this one.

"It was a way to take my mind off things. I could put my anger in the game and wouldn't be yelled at unless plays were called. I couldn't be touched unless to make sure I wouldn't get the ball to its destination. I could win and it could pay for my college education." She nods hearing him talk so softly. He didn't want to say too much because he didn't know her. Which made him think did Jenna know him. She knew everything about him but not anything.

"What caused you to put your anger in the game? What caused Benny to appear?" He visibly turns pale from the question while his hand shakes. His vision blurs while the quiver in his lips forcefully moves. His forest green eyes stare at the wooden table while he shakes in fear. It was as if someone set fire to a rainforest. She looks in worry seeing blood slowly flowing down his nose. His fingers lightly brush against the red sticky liquid that kept streaming until it reached his clothes. "I-I gotta go."
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"Why is your nose bleeding boo?" The girl quickly pulls him into the small family home seeing his clothes stained heavily. She faintly smiles seeing him wear the same thing she was wearing as if they knew what the other was already wearing. She sits the shaken boy on the closed toilet seat before grabbing a warm wet rag seeing it still pouring. Leaning his head back, she kisses his head seeing his eyes in a daze. They told a story. A story she was willing to hear but scared to know what resides. "I get nosebleeds when I'm stressed." She nods while he pulls her closer by her wide hips. He closed his eyes while she gently laid his head against her belly.

"You don't have to be stressed with me poo. Talk to me and tell me anything. I want you to be comfortable with me." He nods snuggling into the warm pouch he loves to sleep on. Feeling his heartbeat on her belly she rubbed his back knowing he would fall asleep quickly and quietly. He was like a child at times. All he needed was movies and something warm to put him to sleep.
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"She got me a new therapist but I don't know if I like her yet." She nods understandably while she rubbed his tiny curls gently from his growing haircut. Her mom used to call them beedeebee's. He always found it funny when she would say that.

"I hope you do, if you don't? Just say something. Don't keep nothing from me. Even if you feel like it'll hurt me or scare me." He nods crawling up to her chest seeing her keep his constant eye contact. Snuggling into her neck he grunts feeling her sneakily pinch his butt. "Stop fucking playing with my ass, bruh." She giggles seeing him roll his pretty eyes before getting back comfortable. She does it again making him suck his teeth. "Okay I'm done."

"Sweet dreams boo." Seeing him sleeping comfortably with his mouth open, she blushes feeling his hand wrapped around her neck and his body on top of hers. She couldn't move if she wanted to but she didn't want to. "This boy here."