Chris's POV
After the day I had yesterday, I called my therapist. I needed an emergency session because I needed to talk to somebody. I already went to his house with a gun and thankfully Trey kind of talked me down from it, but I still caused a scene and probably scared the shit out of the security guard. So I needed to get out my feelings and my thoughts so I can at least try to process what happened.
I pulled up and sat in the parking lot, I wasn't having second thoughts but I was just super nervous about going in. Even though I've been going to therapy for the last few months, I still get really nervous because in a way I still feel like they be fucking up my head. I get really bad anxiety as soon as I pull up. Every time. It never fails.
I stared at the building for a few seconds, "Aight. I can do this." I say to myself.
I take another hit off my blunt, then I put it out. I get out of the car and I go into the building. My therapist always scheduled me for two hours even though I only have an hour appointment. She does that so there's no one in the office when I get there.
I walk in and walk directly into her office.
"Hi!" She says with a big smile on her face. "Have a seat."
"How are you?" I take a seat on the sofa.
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Under The Influence
Fanfiction🚩🚩🚩 Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...