MASHAWN POV
While she was scribbling on her notepad, I was able to steal a couple of glances at the Doc and my first reaction was DAMN! She was beautiful, she had long jet black hair that she had in a ponytail with bangs covering her left eye, beautiful brown skin, big brown eyes, a smile that could light up any room, and she was thick. She's one of the finest women I had seen in a little minute. I saw her mouth move, but I couldn't comprehend cause I was to preoccupied with all the nasty thoughts going on in my mind.
"Huh?" I finally mustered out.
"How old are you Mashawn?" She asked looking up from her notepad.
"Awe. 22." I said looking back at my phone. She nodded her head and wrote the info down on her notepad. "Aye, why your office so cramped? Ain't therapist supposed to be making bank?" I joked.
Dr. Deavens cleared her throat and replied "Since this is my first office I have to make due with it."
"Shit still. I can barely stand in here." I said with a laugh, but it honestly wasn't much of an overexaggaration. When you entered the door, there was the red leather couch that the crazies sit on, then there was a wall with a single window, and then across the couch was a bookshelf, small wooden desk, and chair that she sat in. Dr. Deavens ignored me and pulled out this tape recorder, puzzled I asked "Aye what's that for? Ain't this supposed to be private?"
"Yes there is doctor-patient confidentiality, but psychiatrist tend to record sessions to show the progress a patient has been making." she replied while turning the recorder on.
"This shit better not end up on TMZ bruh." I sneered.
"It won't I promise, now let's get started. Tell me about your childhood."
"I mean none really to tell I'm a typical nigga ya know. Single mama, took care of my siblings, surrounded by drugs and gangs. What is there more to say?"
"So you say you had a single parent, what happened with that?"
"I mean" i stammered avoiding eye contact " how is this shit even relevant?"
"I just would like to get background information about you if that's alright."
"Well, my dad walked out on us when I was five, but honestly I'm happy the nigga did. He wasn't shit no way, he used to beat up on me, my moms, siblings, hell even the dog. Some people tried to say my mom killed him and everytime I heard it I got jealous. I shoulda been the one to do it."
"Why did he beat you guys?"
"The nigga was paranoid" I shrugged "He always thought that me and my siblings were stealing money from his wallet and my mom was cheating on him with his coworkers."
"None of it is true right?
"I know Mama never cheated, she was classy, respected, cared about everybody even when they ain't give a damn about her, she had heart."
"So you and your siblings stole from your father?"
"First off the nigga ain't my father and secondly they didn't but I did. Say what you want but I needed that money and plus it wasn't nothing more than 5 dollars."
"What did you use the money for?"
"Alright so look" I started while placing my feet on the floor and looking Dr. Deavens in the eye "There was this girl named Deja in my class and I had a crush on her, and since Valentine's Day was coming up I wanted to get her a little some nice, so I took the money and got her some Hershey Kisses cause I knew they were her favorite and when I gave them too her she was all up on me for the rest of the week. That beating was so worth it."
