Hadiya sat on the black leathered couch waiting for her psychiatrist after she got out of the hospital her parents made an appointment right away. The hospital didn't give her any medication they would leave that up to the psychiatrist. The door opened but Hadiya didn't bother looking up she felt awkward and afraid because she didn't know what to expect.
She heard a chair being moved in front of her and squeezed the sides of the couch feeling anxious. Biting on her bottom lip Hadiya looked up and made eye contact with the lady. She wore a loose dress that hung just below her knees with these pumps, her glasses laid on her forehead while her hair rested in a messy but nice bun.
"My name is Mrs. Tucker, I want to command you for coming here today it takes real strength and courage to want and get help there will be days where I'll ask you personal questions that may be hard to answer but I'm here to help you and I won't judge you anything we talk about from here on out will stay between us now, what brings you here today?" Hadiya felt more comfortable but she still had her guard up.
"My parents and the doctor I go to felt like I needed to talk to someone" She responded.
"Why" Mrs. Tucker knew why Hadiya was there but she liked for her patients to be an open book it made her job easier. Sucking in a breath Hadiya put her head down and avoided that burning sensation in her throat as her eyes watered. She told herself that she wouldn't let anyone see her vulnerable and down but here she was crying.
"I lost someone and I didn't take it well" she said looking up, revealing the tears that were falling from her eyes. Mrs. Tucker grabbed the box of tissues and passed it to her she gave her a moment to wipe her face before talking.
"What can I do to help you" Mrs. Tucker asked while taking out her pen waiting for Hadiya to respond.
"I don't think there's anything anyone can do to help me.. I'm already gone"
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Walking out of her house Hadiya stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked on the sidewalk. She walked until she seen the familiar place, walking into the driveway towards the front door and knocked. There was no response so she knocked one more time, waiting a few minutes before the door was opened. Tysheem stood rubbing his eyes he looked as if he just woke up causing Hadiya to make a face.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you were sleeping I should've just texted you" turning around she started to walk away until he gently grabbed her arm. Tysheem had just woken up he had a long day at practice Benjamin wasn't playing with him at all it was his personal punishment.
"Nah you good, wassup" biting at her bottom lip Hadiya stared at the floor shifting her weight onto her left leg.
"I wanted to talk to you" finally looking at him she could almost melt as how hard he was staring at her. Walking her inside the house he closed and locked the door behind him she stood off to the side as he went to his room.
"You coming" he looked over his shoulder. Nodding her head Hadiya followed him and when they got in his room she smiled his room was nice. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv showing the sports channel. Rubbing on her arm Hadiya sat on the edge of his bed and watched as he changed the channel she took in his attire and licked her bottom lip before bringing it between her teeth.
"What you wanted to talk about" he asked finally settling on the channel he wanted Tysheem walked over to her and put both hands beside her on the bed, leaning back making them have direct eye contact. "Or you just wanted to be around me" he looked at her lips then looked back into her eyes making a shiver run down her spine. Clutching her thighs together Hadiya opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She closed her eyes as Tysheem leaned in, she didn't know what was going on but she opened her eyes back to see him smiling at her.
Jumping off of his bed she chuckled nervously before shaking her head.
"I-I'm sorry I'm going to leave" she tried walking by him but he pulled her into him by her waist grabbing her face and stroking it with his thumb.
"Can I kiss you" he asked. She nodded her head and closed her eyes as he grabbed her chin, pulling their faces together. They were both dominant people so the kiss was rough but it was also pleasurable in its own way. Their tongues danced as she wrapped her arm around him, pulling him closer into her. His hand traveled to her neck and squeezed it causing a moan to slip from her mouth. Tysheem grinned against her lips before he pulled away and pecked them.
"If you wanted to kiss all on a nigga you coulda just said that"
