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"well hello there ms. Dior" my therapist greeted me as i sat down
"hi" i mumbled keeping it short and simple
"so i haven't seen you in awhile and you haven't answered any of my calls so, life must be going great." she genuinely asked.
"no. i'm stressed, i am so stressed Mrs. Valdez" i broke down, sighing.
"may i ask why" she wrote down in her journal.
"They're back in my life. i had finally got away. Those couple of months without Syncere were great. Those months with De'Shawn were fine, only because it was strictly business. but now they're back and i can't get rid of them" i shook my head
"why did you let them come back Dior"
"Because Syncere found me. I had to get away and De'Shawn was my only hope."
"No, that's not a answer"
"i don't know Mrs. Valdez, i thought that if i called De'Shawn i would be protected and all the thoughts would go away but they are still here" i wiped my eyes before letting my tears fall
"Listen Dior and i want you to listen closely."she sighed making me nod
"you need to let them go, if you wanted to change your ways and get away then you have to let them go. They're no good for you they're just some hoodlums that loves fast money, drugs, and you females. Now what you need to do is show them that you're indeed not one of these females that will stay and let them break you down." she said.
I nodded taking in everything she was telling me.
"now Dior baby it's only your choice to do that i can't make choices for you but what you can do is take my word." she said getting you and giving me a hug
"thank you mrs. valdez i will most definitely take your word" i nodded before going out the door.
walking down her house steps i was greeted by a pretty carmel skinned girl with long curly hair, and light brown eyes. Her body was to die for and her appearance is what made her. She turned to me looking me up and down before giving me a mug.
I only laughed before heading out the door. Cause who the hell was she to be looking like she wanted problems.
