Taking the Risk

Chapter 18

Patrick West

Another day in the hellhole, he didn't know what he was going to do. He's heard from some of his henchmen about the progress on finding Aynslee; none. He felt like he was in a huge game of Hide N Seek with this broad and she is winning. Around the same afternoon, he got a visit from his lawyer, telling Patrick there is no bail at all and the next hearing isn't until next month.

Also, that he has a very good chance of going to prison without parole. Patrick got irate and cursed the lawyer out because he wanted to be out on the day of his son's birthday. For that he spent 2 whole weeks in solitary confinement. Now that he is out, he had no clue what he needed to do, so he call his baby-mama/wife; Noelle.

"Babe, I miss you so much. You have no idea." Patrick admits. He never missed Noelle because she was always there but now that she isn't, he wanted her. It took him at least 4 tries just to get her on the phone, but he didn't question it. He knew that she is dealing with his kids and trying to get them in line while he is gone.

"I miss you too. I saw an old friend of mine at the store a few days ago." Noelle says perking up a little bit.

"Oh?"

"Aynslee. She and I use to be best friends back in high school...isn't that something? I didn't even know that she was still living here. I thought she would been living the high life somewhere else."

Patrick could feel a lump form in his throat and his throat dry out, but he swallows it down enough to answer, "Really now?"

"Yeah. She was so smart and pretty as well."

"What does she look like? Now, I mean?" Patrick needed a description to give his men so they can complete the mission of icing Aynslee because none of them really knows what she looks like now. Patrick knew that she didn't look like the skinny crack whore that she used to look like.

"Uh..." A crash sounds. "Shit...Brayson stop it!!" Noelle yells. "Sorry Patrick, your son...Don't hit your sister! Stop. Boy!" Noelle yells again then returns to the phone. "I have got to go. Your kids are fighting now and your daughter just backhanded your son."

Patrick laughs, "That's my gir-."

"NO! The way they fight is not normal. Bray-godly...Alexandria sto-...Gotta go, Pat." Before he could say by she already hung up the phone. He made a note to himself to send Noelle a few grand to pay for Brayson's party and her to shop for herself; on Tuesday.

Hanging up the phone, Patrick turns to see Officer Sheyn.

"Therapy time, west."

"Duh." Patrick back talks, jokingly. Sheyn cranes her neck and it cracks, not in the mood to be played with. Patrick widens his eyes, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

Walking down the hallway, Dr. Morris' door is open and Sheyn shoves Patrick in the office and walks off. Patrick sits down on the sofa as he waits for Morris to come in. Doing these therapy sessions, Patrick feels as though he has made some type of progress.

Dr. Morris walks in and sits down, grabs the notepad for Patrick off the bookshelf behind him. "We left off with...you're..." he flips through the notepad, then grabs Patrick's folder from the small coffee table beside him. Flipping through that, he answers, "Childhood? That's where we wanted to really touch bases with." He explains while getting in the position to listen to Patrick.

Patrick sighs, "Right. Born to Tanya Ewing and Phillip West. I am the youngest boy of 10 children. 5; 3 older and 2 younger sisters and 4 plus I equals 5 brothers." He looks up at the ceiling trying to think what else to tell Dr. Morris, shaking his head he starts with schooling, "Uhh, I went to school until my 10th grade year, then dropped out because it was boring. I felt as though I was too smart for all that mess they were trying to teach us. My oldest sisters got much of my parents praise because they went on and went to college to 'be someone' as my parents put it. All the while, I and my second older brother; Sylis. Got none. No praise, no love, or affection. All my other siblings went to be their own persons, you know."