Kidnapped 3

Chapter 4

🌰CHRESANTO🌰

Once i got kieshia's cut patched up,i put her back inside of her bed. At first she was kicking me away from her and stuff. But i got her to calm down after a while and i stroked her hair until she fell asleep. I don't want to keep doing this shit to her,but it just happens. Like i said before my dis-order does this to me. People think the reason im like this is because my girlfriend tracey died. To be honest,for the most part of it,that is the reason why.But my Dis-order only adds on to my anger and it all mixes together and it makes me like this. I don't know what to do with myself any more because i don't want to end back up in jail. thankfully Ray had the bail money for me, but security will stop by my house every once in a while to check on me,and when they do that i can't let them see kieshia.

But as i was saying i can't just keep hitting her like this. I need some thearopy maybe it will help get my mind cleared.

I walked out of kieshia's room to let her sleep. I went to my room and got on my laptop to look up some thearopy offices. I never thought i would consider thearopy but if this is what it has to come to for me to treat her better then so be it.

I began scanning through google search on 'Anger Management Thearopy' Until i came across one that was in Newyork close by. "Lauren Broads Anger Managment Treatment'

I clicked on it and it brought up the website. I took a few minutes to scan through it and read up on it. and it seemed like the place for me.I wrote the number down and logged off of the computer.

I was planning on calling this lauren lady first thing in the morning. Hopefully she can help me.

The next day

🌺Kieshia🌺

I opened my eyes to only feel sudden pain in my right cheeck. "sss ow!" i groaned,feeling the place were it burned,i felt a patch over it.

Last night was just crazy. I bet roc was having a melt down about that girl tracey becuase he was all like. ' WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK LIKE HER SO MUCH! 'and shit. Im just like how am i supposed to control how i was born to look?

I didn't waste any time getting out of bed because i knew the mess from last night that he made would still be there for me to clean so i might as well get started.

I walked out of my room and into the living room. My eyes widened and i looked around,looking at a clean living room as if roc hadn't even fucked the place up. The things that he had broken were missing though. Like the lamp and pictures on the wall and stuff. And that hole in the wall he punched was still there,but i was shocked that he cleaned the place up,he usually makes me do it. Thats not like him.

"I didn't want you to clean up the mess i made,and plus i owe you for cutting your cheek last night and punching you. I'm sorry for that." roc said from behind me,which startled me.

"B-but you would usually make me do it..." i said frowning.

"Well,things change."

I then noticed his attire. He had on a white T-shirt with a single gold chain around his neck. He had on his denim 'Levis' jeans and black,red,and white jordans. He usually only wears basketball shorts and t-shirts. The fuck is up with him today?! I like it but ITS NOT NORMAL considering the fact that he NEVER does stuff like this. The fuck?

"Why are you so dressed up?" i asked scanning his clothes.

"Business reasons.." he answered,grabbing his keys off of the coffee table and walking towards the door. "Be ready because when i get back we're going shopping." he unlocked the door, walking out of it, leaving me in awe.

I almost forgot he told me he was going to take me shopping.

I know you guys are thinking and wondering why i'm not trying to run away since he's gone but,you can't forget that he has the door rigged were it can only unlock from the inside with a key and he keeps that key with him.

I don't know why but i felt my lips curve into a smile. Why? Because i like how he's acting right now.But i already know it won't last for long becuase this niggah on that Super duper Bi-polar shit.

i shook my head and walked back to my room to get dressed. "I hope today keeps going like it's starting"

💥CHRESANTO💥

I called Lauren the theropist this morning and told her about my problems.She told me that she knew that she could help me and to come in right away. I didn't waste anytime. I literally just got off of the phone with her like 35 minutes ago. Shit she said 'Right away'.

I got into my car and pulled off making my way to her office.

I want today to go well.

I cleaned up for kieshia,im gonna go up to this office and see what lauren can do for me and then take kieshia shopping and then take her to get some food. I want her to have a good day also because I'm feeling good this lovely morning.

Oh i never told ya'll but i know yall be thinking ' How do this niggah have money with no job? ' Well your fucking answer is the fucking 'Dope game' i sell weed. That shit keep you rich my nigga. I never got caught. It's easy as fuck too. Thats the type of job i like. Shit,easy money my nigga.

But back to what i was saying,Today is going to be a good ass day.

Hopfully...

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