Above.

Chapter 20 - Wrath.

While Mrs. Bakely relaxed inside of the hot tub, she felt a small gust of wind on her body. When she blinked her eyes a little, she noticed that she was still in her office. When she awoke, she seen Yasmine knocked out in her chair with the needle in her hand. When she seen that her mother was pulling in, she jumped out of her seat and shook Yasmine.

"Yasmine. Yasmine!" The therapist panted as she shook her body. "Wake up!"

"Mhmfm...." Yasmine groaned as she snorted and looked around.

Mrs. Bakely quickly grabbed Yasmine's needle and threw it inside of her drawer the split second Y'vonne walked through the door. They both stood up and watched as her mother greeted the two at the door.

"How was the session, Mrs. Bakely?" Yasmine's mother asked.

"It was uh......pretty interesting.." Mrs. Bakely nodded as she looked over at her. "Well um...I guess you better get going!"

"Yeah. I guess..." Yasmine said in a dazed state.

The next day, Yasmine had to attend school and collect the work that she missed from yesterday. She decided not to talk to Sandra and the gang about her daily visits to go see Trayvon because they weren't anywhere near close to hearing the real side of the story and believing her.

On the other hand, she couldn't wait to get to therapy to talk to Mrs. Bakely.

After a long 8 hours in school, Y'vonne picked up Lela before picking up Yasmine from her school. Afterwards, she headed to the shrink so that she could get home and help Lela out with her homework. As Yasmine crept through the door, she watched as Mrs. Bakely sat in her seat with clipboard and pen. When Yasmine eased down into her seat, Mrs. Bakely took a deep breath and took off her glasses, sighing and groaning at the same time.

"You were right." Mrs. Bakely nodded. "You were absolutely right."

"I told you." Yasmine said in a blunt and sinister tone. "Nobody wanted to believe me, so-"

"But you have to understand how bizarre that story sounds, Yasmine." Mrs. Bakely responded.

"Exactly, so why would I make it up?" Yasmine asked.

Mrs. Bakely didn't say anything. She used her rolling chair and rolled behind her desk and opened a drawer. She took the anesthetic and glanced at it as Yasmine looked at it as well.

"I want to go back." Mrs. Bakely said. "I need to go back up there."

"For what?"

"There's a lot of relatives that I haven't gotten to see, including my mother." Mrs. Bakely sighed. "She died when I was only 17. I want to see how she is now."

Yasmine didn't know that Mrs. Bakely had any pain behind what looked like a perfect face. Yasmine looked over, then glanced back at her therapist.

"Well, do you want to go there now?" Yasmine asked. "I could give you a dosage that'll knock you unconscious but not kill you. Just like yesterday."

"Yeah. But.....let me shut my blinds." Mrs. Bakely said as she shut the blinds. "I don't want anyone outside of my room suspecting anything. I even set my alarm for an hour for when your mom comes."

"Alright." Yasmine said as she scooted closer to Mrs. Bakely. "Hand me your arm."

Yasmine injected Mrs. Bakely with a dosage that was a little over the limit, causing her to fall asleep right away. Yasmine, on the other hand, never fell asleep as quick as anyone else because she'd been taking the drug like crazy for almost 2 months. With that being said, Yasmine injected on her left arm and felt the medicine rush through her system.