Never One To Ask (Book 2) (Completed)

Chapter 8: Turned Tables

I'm at loss for what to do anymore. Jasean won't talk to me, he hasn't picked up his phone in 3 days. It's as though he wants me to worry. When I finally got into contact with Ms. Ruth, she told me he was staying at his aunt's for a while. For how long, she was unsure of.

Getting frustrated, I texted him an address and told him to meet me there if he had any hopes of saving our relationship. The address was of Doctor  Marie Phyllis' office, our relationship counselor from last year. I had already made the appointment with her before texting Jay, so whether or not he shows up is solely up to him. I thought he wouldn't oblige, and I would have to give up on our relationship for good but he texted back, replying with a simple "iight".

That infuriated me, but I promised myself to stay cool in order to get to the bottom of what's bothering him. I have a feeling there's something behind his sudden hatred for Jackson, and I think it lies somewhere along when he first divorced his mother.

It's okay that he wants his space but I'm not gonna let him shut me out. He used to tell me that he hated when I would do that, so why would he do it to me?

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I look up from my cell phone screen and through the glass to see an approaching Jasean out in the parking lot walking towards the reception door. Opening the door, he shakes his head and scoffs when he sees me.

"You couldn't just tell me it was this place again?" He questions while looking around, reacquainting himself with the familiar layout we hadn't seen since February.

I stand and approach his distracted demeanor, trying read his appearance for any flaws that might show his whereabouts these past few days. When he showed up to my house drunk that night, I had no choice but to guess that he'd reverted back to his old ways; hanging with the same old friends. What I find on his neck is enough to make me cry, scream, and hit him all at the same time. A hickey.

'Really, Jasean?' I thought we were past this. And to think I held out for this boy.

I look down at my thick heeled pumps and sigh. I contemplate all that I'm about to put up with from him. 'Am I willing to go through this again?' I question myself. I'm willing to go through hell and back to figure out what's wrong. I just want get to the bottom of it so we can move on; even with that ugly reminder of there being someone that close to him on his neck. "I thought you might not come if I told you," I explain. I shake my head.

He shrugs in nonchalance and sucks his teeth in aggravation as he walks past me and into Dr. Phyllis' colorful office. I follow behind, noticing that the decor is just the same as before, a stark white office with vibrant furniture to add various pops of color.

Doctor smiles as she turns around from her desk with her pink clipboard in hand. "Hello!" She chimes. Jasean walks right past her to a sit on the chaise as she pretends not to notice by fixing her purple, satin blouse. She gives me a hug and gestures me to a seat beside Jay.

"It's been quite some time since I've last seen you two," dr. Phyllis greets us, glancing at the shiny, silver watch on her wrist. "What brings you here?"

"Well, things have turned a little different now," I explain. Her gray eyes look at me in questioning and then over to Jasean.

"Different like how?"

"Jasean's temper and demeanor has changed towards me in the last few weeks." I look at him. "Would you care to explain it to her?" I ask him.

"Why you asking me this, you lured me here," he snaps back. 'Lured?' My mind repeats. I simply turn my attention to doctor and she regards me with an understanding nod.