Taking the Risk, Amaunet Jendayi [book recommendations website .txt] 📗

pregnant. But, when she lost it, she latched onto me." Patrick continues to explain.

 

The door opens interrupting Patrick's sentence. Officer Sheyn waves Patrick in then closes the door behind her, not wanting for him to explain anymore. She knew all about his lies and cheating ways from her sister. Night after night when her sister would call her crying about what Patrick had done or what she saw Patrick doing.

 

Leaving the two male together alone, Patrick's therapist is a 40 something-year-old man with amber colored eyes, heavyset figure, and a thin mustache. "Okay, Mr. West, sit down and let's get this over with," Dr. Morris demands.

 

Patrick plops down on the sofa and rests his head on the back of the sofa while Dr. Morris prepares for his client. Patrick hated these therapy sessions. "Alright, we started...err...stopped with Aynslee and how you two met," Dr. Morris says flipping through the notebook that has Patrick's name written across it.

 

Patrick sighs and sits up. "We met when she was attending Winter University for Journalism. She was always busy with clinical, papers; always doing something for herself to get into a higher grade."

 

"Hmm...Okay. That's what really attracted you to her?"

 

Patrick had to admit, smiling a little bit, "Yeah, she had that 'go-getter' mentality that was sexy to me. She didn't need to depend on anyone, so it took her a long time to let me in. To trust me."

 

"Did you tell her about your child and wife?"

 

Patrick sighs giving a little scoff to his answer, "No, I knew that Aynslee would want nothing to do with me if I told her about that. I helped her pay for school, books, and all that so she wouldn't have to work those two jobs just to pay for school." He rubs his hands together and looks at some of the bruises on his knuckles from fighting men and Aynslee. He sighs, he hated these sessions, but they were mandatory for his sentencing if he wanted to get out early or be up for parole.

 

"When was the first time you hit Aynslee?" Dr. Morris asks fiddling with his pen.

 

"Our second-year anniversary. She wanted to go to some fancy restaurant and I had other things to do. She kept nagging me about it...I just snapped at her. The next thing I knew, she was huddled in a dark corner of my condo crying and hugging her . . . knees." He caught a tear just as it was about to slide down his cheek. He didn't like talking about that because he never thought he would really hit Aynslee at all. But, it came down to it and the drugs that he took got the best of him that night.

 

"All the while, she's in there by herself while you are at your wife's house with your child?" He writes down notes.

 

"Right. I started drinking a lot because the wife was stressing me about some other girl. The wife is a hood chick, but she is not stupid and knows when something is amiss. She knew that there was someone else, but I denied it and kept it moving."

 

Dr. Morris nods, "Okay."

 

"No...Wait....it wasn't in college that I first met Aynslee" Patrick says really thinking about the very first time he had met her, ". . . It was high school. Seras High. Her 11th-grade year and everything else happened accordingly."

 

Nodding, Dr. Morris scribbles that down and moves on to the next topic of the matter. "Tell me about the pregnancies." Dr. Morris wanted to touch on everything...or at least half of the Aynslee issue.

 

"She got pregnant first at 19 years old after she graduated high school and got accepted into college. Yeah, we were fucking but I knew she was cheating with her best friend. I forget his name, but I paid for her to have the baby aborted. Then around the same time that she got her abortion, I found out that my other girlfriend was pregnant."

 

"But, you let your other girlfriend keep the baby. Why is that??"

 

"Because I knew that she was faithful to me. So, I wanted to be a father to my child." Patrick says truly believing what he could remember a few years back.

 

"Did you ever think about how Aynslee felt after the abortion?" Dr. Morris tilts his head to the left.

 

Patrick felt himself tearing up as something pull on his heart strings, "No. I just knew that she started whoring around before we met." At least, that's what he was told by quite a few fellow students at the college campus.

 

"Who told you that and who was she supposedly whoring around with?" Dr. Morris asks.

 

"Some students had told me about it. But, now the more I think about it or have thought about it. I am not so sure that they meant her. Because there were two Aynslee's. There was Aynslee Velasquez; my girlfriend and Ansley Kiet; head cheerleader. They use to call her Anyslee...because she would sleep with any—-." As his words slowed and the smile on his face fades, as he mentions the second Ansley, realizing what he had done. He had mistaken one Aynslee for the other and caused a huge fight amongst Aynslee Velasquez and Aynslee Kiet that day during P.E.

 

Dr. Morris nods while Patrick groans at his past memories and his own past mistakes. "Okay. Go on."

 

"Yeah, so Aynslee kept getting pregnant. At one point, when she was spending the night with me, I got so stoned and drunk. I killed...the baby." More tears swell up in Patrick's eyes, coming to terms with what he had done was taking a huge toll on his feelings. He never wanted to reveal or relive this part of his life, because it was one of the painful parts. "She was in the hospital for months. Not just because of the baby, but she slipped into a deep depression. A depression that would have caused her to seriously injure or kill herself. I visited her and told her that it was one of the drug dealers fault because he took some of my clients from me. I told her that I was sorry."

 

"Another lie." Dr. Morris questions but already knowing the answer.

 

Patrick nods. "The beatings got more and more frequent and anything triggered them. Dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, no food on the table, anything so small."

"Did you ever hit your wife like that?" Dr. Morris asks feeling a little disgusted by his actions.

"A few times, but she knew what it was when I walked in that house. I didn't have any issues with her, Aynslee was/is very head strong. But, when she fought back and knocked me unconscious. She left..." He chuckles, remembering that night, "packed her shit and left. Found her a small condo on the other side of town about 3 hours away. I convinced her to come back, but she wouldn't stay with me. Quickly, my mind knew she was cheating again. Why would she not want to stay in the house I bought us?"

 

"So she wouldn't have to hide the beatings from anyone?"

 

Patrick wipes his face once he realizes that he was still crying. "If she didn't piss me off, it would have never come to that." Blaming Aynslee.

 

Dr. Morris shakes his head is not believing what he is hearing, but he has heard far worse than what Patrick is telling him, "Did your father ever hit your mother?"

 

Patrick scoffs with a smirk, "All the time, but it was because she'd always do something wrong." He leans back resting his back on the sofa.

 

"Did he hit you?"

 

Silence came to Patrick, giving Dr. Morris his answer, "Do you remember how that felt?"

Patrick nods the frown getting deeper, "Not good. Hurt a lot actually. But, all it did was make me a stronger man and he taught me that that's the only way to keep a female in the line." Patrick smirks, proud of what his father taught him. "Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't." He shrugs very nonchalantly about the matter.

Dr. Morris sighs wrapping up the session, "Alright, I will see you next time at the same time, so we can touch bases on that matter."

Patrick nods glad that the session is over.

 

 

6

Tyson Reese

 

He was glad that the dinner went well. Tyson looks out the window of his office, the sun's rays lighting up his office. He swivels his chair from side to side in front of the window in deep thought about Aynslee. He felt blissful from the dinner he had with Aynslee last night.

 

He almost forgot how great of a conversationalist she was. She didn't look ill a like a crackhead, so what was she doing on that side of town? That really did rack his mind up. The day when he found Aynslee still rings horrible thoughts in his mind, he touches his chin.

 

Tyson knew that's where she grew up at but back in high school, both of them along with two other best friends made a pack, a vow, a deep promise to never come back to that side of town ever again. What made Aynslee go over there?

 

The ringing of his office phone scares him; flinching and almost falling backwards in his chair. He catches the corner of his desk to make sure he did not fall and swivels towards his desk and answers, "Apex Science Computers; Tyson Reese speaking."

 

"You said you would call me back."

 

Tyson sighs at the annoying voice on the other end of the ling, "Noelle, I said no such thing. Plus, I told you that I wanted nothing to do with you and you know why."

 

Noelle sighs, "But your son..."

 

"That ain't none of my children," Tyson yells thankful that his door to his office is closed. "I told you this."

 

"He is your son, Tyson. He wants to see you. Please." Noelle begs.

 

"No, he is not. The doctors said so when he needed a transfusion. Our blood types do NOT match!"

 

"Doctors are a bunch of quakes and don't know what they are talking about. He is your son, Tyson. Please, believe me. I want you to have him in your life...or him have yo-."

 

"He is not my child." Tyson angrily slams down the phone causing the side of the phone to crack. He rubs his temples and puffs out a stressful sigh as he looks up at the ceiling. He did not understand why she thought that the kid was/is his.

 

 

 

After he found out that he and the baby had different blood types, he had the doctors check everything else right down to the baby hairs on the baby's head. The DNA was not a match anywhere. As of now, he did not know what to do about Noelle and the whole jest of the baby matter. Then finding out Noelle was already married, when he was about to propose to her. Her husband comes out of nowhere and threatens Tyson to stay away from Noelle.

 

He didn't understand why females lied to him? Or why he picked such shitty options. He really did have a thing for Noelle, but that thing was long gone now. He just wanted a decent female with something going for herself other than having a husband that runs around and sells dope all day. He wanted