Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
"Fuck!" I mumble, lowly. I forgot about therapy. "Umm, No not today. But I do promise to be there tomorrow."
"Ok, I'll inform Dr.Wilson, see you tomorrow."
"Ok," I respond, not wanting to be on the phone any longer.
"Also Levi, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a dat---"
Before she could finish her sentence, I hung up the phone and rolled my eyes. Stacy was Dr. Wilson's secretary, also known as the woman I just hung up on.
Stacy never understood the word no, and it is annoying as hell. If my calculations are right it was her 25th attempt at asking me out. Stacy was indeed gorgeous....just not my type, but then again, I didn't have a type.
Walking into my kitchen, I begin to clean up the burn stains on my wall.
* * *
Carefully stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel below my waist, but not before grabbing onto the wall bar. Without the bar, me getting in and out of the shower would be a struggle.
Not once since l lost my leg have I thought about getting a house nurse. I honestly didn't see the point in one. So my father being the caring man he is decided to add wall bars pretty much everywhere in the house.
Slipping on my white T-shirt, and casual blue jeans I stepped out of my closet and sat on my bed. Looking around my room my eyes settled on a black leather jacket.
Picking up the jacket to inspect it, a wallet falls out of the pocket. Opening the wallet, the first thing I am greeted with is an ID.
My eyes instantly land on the small picture of the woman who was here last night. From what I could see her hair is in a ponytail, while her beautiful dark skin shines like the sun. Her big brown eyes are lively, and warm, sparkling with bliss as she smiled. Just by looking at the photo causes my jeans tightened, she looks like a goddess in this photo.
Her identification card reads:
Thompson, Diana 1547 Briarcliff Road Albany NY 22136
DOB: 09-09-95
Sex: F Eyes: BW HT: 5'9
She lives no more than ten, maybe twelve blocks, away from my home.
I should probably bring her stuff to her.
On second thought, I'll just let her come get it.
The sound of the doorbell snaps me out of my thoughts, I jump like the button was hardwired to my brain and strode off to the door. The ringing is non-stop, which causes me to yell, "I'm fuckin coming."
I look inside the peephole only to see the one and only Katherine Green. I mentally curse myself, I should have never yelled.
Clearing my throat, I open the door and shot my mother a fake smile.
"Hey, mom, my bad about the cursing I didn't know it was you," I say, trying to sound sincere.
"Sure you didn't." She says, walking into my house. She looks around a little bit before turning to me.
"I heard you had a female over." She says. I groan, already knowing where this conversation was headed.
"Mom I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Amanda," I say, roughing up my hair. "Whoever or whatever I do in my home is no one's business but mine."
My mother gives me the look.
"You will not talk to me like that Levi, I am your mother." She says, walking closer to me.
"So you say," I mumble, shutting the house door.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing, mother."
She glares at me before talking again, "Amanda didn't tell me everything that happened this morning. Only that you had female company over and that she didn't have the same......shade of skin we have."
Now it was my time to glare at her.
"Your point?" I question.
She raises her hands up defensively. "I'm just saying, you shouldn't be with someone outside of your race. It wouldn't look good on the family."
I scoff, clenching my jaw.
"Mother there's only one race, and that's the human race," I said, with a glare. "I don't know about you but I certainly do not feel comfortable dating an alien or any creature at that."
My mother laughs.
"Son, I would rather you date an alien than dating someone from a different race."
"Mother?"
"Yes, son?"
"Get out," I say, losing patience.
"I am your mother, and you will not kick me out." She yells. "I will not tolerate this type of disrespect."
I sigh.
"Fine mother don't leave," I say, grabbing my coat. "I'll leave, please lock the door on your way out."
"Levi, don't you dar---" Before my mother could finish her sentence, I walk out of the house slamming the door in the process.
God that woman gets under my skin.
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