II. Industry

Chapter 8

Rashad's POV

I sat on the sofa of Dr.Drea's couch. I looked at her as she jotted down some notes onto her notepad then she looked up at me and smiled.

"Ok, Mr.Spencer, tell me what brings you to me today," She said never losing that smile.

I nodded. "Uh, I think I have anger problems," I sighed.

"And what makes you think that," She said while writing onto her notepad once more.

"Like, if someone makes me mad, I react without thinking and I'll say or do hurtful things,"

She nodded. "Explain to me what your childhood was like,"

"Well, my dad was a drug dealer so that should tell it all there,"

"You don't really like talking about it, do you?"

"Not at all, but I guess I could since I'm seeking help," I said with a shrug.

"Ok, well, let's start with your mother. Can you tell me anything about her,"

"Oh. Well, which one do you wanna know about, my biological mother or the one who raised me," I stated while playing with my watch.

"Let's start with the one who raised you,"

"She was nice. She didn't discipline me like I was supposed to be, but they left that to my dad," I started out with a chuckle, "Since we didn't live in the best of neighborhoods, she tried to keep me out trouble, but Ian wanna hear all that. I did what I wanted which was help my dad run the business and kick it with the wrong crowd, but I got sent away when I was 13. I had to go to New Orleans for a while because my real dad wanted to come and take me back, but they didn't think that was right. Anyway, I was selling in NOLA after she specifically told me not to, but like I said before, Ian wanna hear that. I continued to be hard headed and I got a reality check when I got the call that she'd passed because of a heart attack," I paused. "Then another one came the next day. Somebody that I had became really close with was killed selling for me and I felt like all that was my fault. I caused her stress which made her health take a turn for the worse and my friend, who was more like a brother to me, got gunned down for me," I sighed.

"Is that where all your anger comes from? Your guilt," She asked.

"I think so,"

"You never forgave yourself did you?" She said while sighing.

I shook my head. "No," I stated lowly.

"That's what I want you to work on. Forgiving yourself is the first step to working on your anger. When you leave today, I want you to write down all the good you did for those two and then the bad and compare and contrast. You may feel better, so try that," She smiled while standing up and holding out her hand.

I stood up then grabbed her hand and shook it gently.

"Have a great day," She beamed as I walked out of her office. I sighed then made my way to my car.

I unlocked our hotel door then quietly walked in as I heard nothing, but silence. I sat my jacket on the chair then walked toward the bathroom to see Tamara hovered over the toilet.

"Baby, you ok? You look...green," I chuckled.

She flushed the toilet then wiped her mouth and stood up then walked toward the sink. She side eyed me then grabbed her toothbrush and pushed the toothpaste out of the bottle onto it.