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"So, how was work today Stokeley?" Stokeley sat slouched in his chair, sipping on his orange juice box.
He shrugged, sighing quietly. "Is there something wrong?" She asked, tilting her head.
He shook his head, rubbing his fingers against his plump lips. "Them niggas fired me" he laughed, looking down at his jeans. She scoffed, shaking her head. "Already? What did you even do?"
He put his juice box down, seeming quite unbothered with everything that was going on. "Somebody auntie was talking shit, so I told her bout herself and she ran to the manager. He sent me off on the spot bro."
He shrugged, grabbing his carton again. See, Stokeley was some what lucky to even have found a job, knowing what his record looked like.
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion. He never really seemed to stop getting into trouble, nor did he really care. He let things happen, and he always let shit go the way they went.
"What did we say about tolerance St-" "Sweets, she tried me first ight? I'm not bout to let her talk shit. That ain't me." He interrupted.
She cleared her throat, and intertwined her fingers. "But Stokeley, why would you let things like that get to you? Especially right now, you've just got out of jail, you've just left! If this is the way you wanna roll, you can go ahead." She ranted.
Stokeley squinted his eyes at his therapist. "Baby you my councillor, if I wanted to be told off, I would've asked. Don't tell me my place, you understand me?"
Ms Kardelle shifted in her chair, after receiving the biggest read of her life. Stokeley wasn't like most of her applicants. He was the most confusing client that she's ever met. He was so blunt, and so defensive and it was an attitude that she found hard to deal with.
She frowned, "I'm your councillor, it's my job to tell you from your wrongs and rights. It's clear you need some support, how am I really supposed to be of help if you keep snapping at me for the smallest things?"
Stokeley didn't even want to be there. Jahseh sent him to this woman, after not being convinced that nobody will ever work well enough to get into Stokeley's mind.
This is his 1st session and he's already sick and tired of this woman. Jahseh was using the extra money that he earned from selling drugs, to pay for these sessions, but Stokeley was already over it.
There was no fixing him, there was no 'improvement' that could be done to Stokeley. "I don't even know why you try Ms. You won't crack me, just leave it alone." He groaned, playing with the ends of his platinum blonde dreads.
