thirty-five

                                    

                                          
Sᴋʏᴇ Aᴢᴀɴɪ Bʀᴏᴏᴋs
sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 3 ₂₀₁₈ 📍ᴍᴇᴍᴘʜɪs
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"You didn't have to drive me, I could've drove myself." I huffed. We were at the building where the anger management class was being held.
"Nah I gotta make sure you actually attending, imma stay right in the parking lot the whole time you in there." Chaos said and I kissed my teeth.
"This a court order too so don't be playing around and shit, participate like you supposed to. Gone in there before you be late." He said.
"Ight." I sighed getting out the car going into the building.
"I don't know where the fuck i'm going to." I looked around.
"Do you need help?" A receptionist asked so I walked up to the desk.
"Uh yeah I'm looking for where the anger management class being held at." I said.
"You're gonna take that hall down that way make a right and it's the door that has 102 on it." She said.
"Ight, thank you." I walked away taking the directions she gave me. When I opened the door, it looked like a plain classroom with desks but the desks were formed in a circle.
"Come on in and take a seat." This lady said softly and I nodded looking around the classroom not liking the faces of the people I was seeing. They were all grown, like mid twenties to mid thirties and they all looked stressed as fuck and tired.
"I think you're the last one to join us so let's get started." She smiled taking at seat. I did a double take at the lady because she looked familiar I just couldn't jog my memory from where I knew or seen her from.
"Why we in desks now, it was just chairs at first?" This grown lady asked. You can tell she was a stud and that this wasn't her first time being here.
"We figured desks gives less access to people lunging at someone." The lady said and I looked around again thinking what the fuck did I get myself into.
"So, let's go around in a circle introducing ourselves and explain why you're here. I'll go first. I'm Dr.Chance, this is my fifth year instructing an anger management class, I'm a Psychotherapist so I mainly use talk therapy to help you solve your issues or problems." She introduced herself.
"Who's next?" She looked around.
"Um Im Rose, I'm twenty-seven years old and i'm here because my anger problems has gotten in the way of being a parent. My patience is real thin so." She trailed and the next person started talked.
"I'm here cause I hit my boyfriend with my car." Cece said.
"Was it a car accident? You know... road rage?" This white dude asked.
"No i literally hit him with my car. He pissed me off and got in my way." She said and I furrowed my eyebrows. 
This bitch was crazy, now i'm wondering if i'm in the right class.
"Well I'm derek, thirty-two and uh I've been having anger problems for a while I've never got the help for it and i'm not getting any older so I figured why not?" He shrugged.