Kidnapped 3

Chapter 5

👀ROC👀

When i arrived to the office,it was completely empty. I guess maybe because it was morning? Oh well i'm not worried about that. I'm here for myself.

I walked up to the counter and there was an old dark skinned lady writing things on a sheet of paper that was ontop of a clipboard.

"Um,excuse me.." i said politely.

She didn't respond.

"Excuse me ma'm" i replied.

She still didn't look up nor reply,she just wrote on her paper like she was doing.

"Excuse me!" i said a little louder.

She looked up at me,side to side and then back down.

The fuck?

"EXCUSE ME MA'M I HAVE A DAMN OPPOINMENT! I KNOW YOUR OLD ASS CAN HEAR ME!" i shouted.

She jumped up in shock and then dropped her mouth at me. "Sir!"

"I'm sorry but that was fucking stupid for you to look at me and then keep writting like i wasn't here."

"did you bother to read the sign above you!" she said in a stern voice.

I looked up above me and saw a pink sign with white writting. ' All customers please sign in at the booth until futher notice ' It stated.

I looked back at the old lady. She fixed her glasses and pointed to the small booth in the far corner of the office.

I sighed deeply. "Obviously i didn't see the fucking sign." i turned on my heels and then walked over to the booth. I picked up the pen that was provided and signed my name on a sign in sheet.

I slammed the pen down and went back to the counter. "Ok,now what.."

She looked up and smiled. "How may i help you now sir?"

"Like i said before. I HAVE AN OPOINTMENT." i said leaning closer to the glass she was sitting behind.

"Name?"

"Chresanto August.." i replied.

She turned to a desktop computer that was beside her and typed my name in. "Chresantooo?" she scanned throught the computer. "Oh here you are. Looks like your a V.I.P customer."

I frowned. "V.I.P?"

"Mhm,it's when your situation is the most important and she believes their the most ones she needs to focus on." the old lady said.

I nodded. "oh.."

"Well just sign your name here." she slid a sheet of paper and a pen under the slot. "And you can go into the back. "Ms lauren should be with you shortly."

I quickly signed my name and went through a door leading to a big room.

It had a desk,a sofa and a lounge chair.

I took a seat in the lounge chair and observed the room. It was pretty nice. It had paintings and other shit on the walls. Shaggy carpets placed around and the room had this smell. But it was a good smell.

I waited inside of the room for atleast 5 minutes and i heard the door creek open.

I turned my head to see a nicely dressed lady walk into the room. She carried in her hand a notepad and she was well dressed. She had smooth carmel skin,long brown hair and she was dressed in skinny jeans,a blue T-shirt and a grey blazer.

"Hi!" she greeted,smiling brightly.

"Wasup." i simply replied.

"Chresanto right?"

I nodded."Yeah,and your the therapist,lauren?"

"Correct!" she closed the door and pulled a chair out from behind the desk and placed it a good distance in front of me,taking a seat.

"So,let's get straight to the point." she crossed her leggs and clicked her pen out.

"Alright."

"Chresanto,over the phone i recall,you lost a first love?" she asked.

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah,her name was tracey.The only girl i fell for like i did."

She wrote on her notepad. "mm. for how long?"

"Shit,forever.I met her in middle school."

"So you two had a stong connection.."

I nodded. "Yep,strong as hell."

"When she died. How did you compel yourself to society?" lauren asked.

"I pushed everyone away.It was like i didn't care about anybody any more. Nobody could make me happy. I just went into a stage were i didn't leave my house or want to talk to people. I was just so depressed."

She nodded in a understanding format. "Chresanto,i've lost brother a few years back. I honestly know how you felt. I was depressed to.. didn't leave the house didn't go out anymore didn't do anything."

"How did you deal with it?" i asked.

"I didn't. my pain just faded away...i had to remember that he was in a better place.."

"But my pain never left lauren." i said.

Me just thinking about tracey made me want to break down right there. But i couldn't let it get to me.

"And thats normal." she reassured me. "How did you deal with the situation?"

"If i tell you..you'll just....i can't..." i said shaking my head.

"I'm here to help you chres..." she said in such a angel like way. Its like her voice made the words flow out of my mouth.

"I-I kidnapped a girl...." i said looking down.

Her eyebrows rose and she touched her chest. "oh!"

"I know it was wrong but she looked so much like tracey i thought i just needed to have her. maybe she could bring back the feeling of tracey being with me..." i said.

Lauren wrote something down and looked at me. "Whats her name?"

"Kieshia Willis.."

"THE kieshia Willis? the girl that died 4 years ago?" she asked.

"She's not dead. i set up a fake funeral for her so no one would search for her..."

"Oh my chresanto..." she said in a shocked way. "Is she ok?"

"Well,i wouldn't say 'OK' i sort of abused her,raped her,and got her pregnant,but i aborted the baby like a month ago."

Lauren's mouth dropped. "Why chres? why did you do those things to her if YOU were the one holding her down o bring back the feeling of tracey being with you? would you have ever hurt tracey like that?"

"NO!" i said quickly. "Never!"

"Then why do it to her?" she asked.

I thought about if for a minute. Why?

"My dis-order..." i answered. "anger dis-order.."

"Well i can help you with your problem chres.No matter how long it takes,we will get your problem solved..."