Warning! :If you don't like the notion of mpreg, I advise you to stop reading my story.
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Kenny Jackson - Friday, November 26th
I turn off the car's engine and my hands tighten on the steering wheel.
Don't worry, everything will be fine, I'm thinking low.
A week after my discussion with Juliana, I decided to go see this woman who was supposed to help me.
I called her to make an appointment, and she offered to come at the end of the week.
I finally get out of the car and go back into the building. Arriving in front of my apartment, I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
She opens up and smiles at me.
"Please come in."
"Thank you." Her apartment has a soothing atmosphere, there are a lot of statues, colors, plants, library and books.
"Follow me." She goes to a door near the kitchen and opens it for me.
"Enough of you, please." She says it nicely by showing me 4 large ottomans in the middle of the room.
I take the place of one of them, and she sits opposite me.
"So hello, my name is Catherine and I will do everything I can to help and guide you in this quest for healing," she says, tying her blonde hair in a bun.
"Hello my name is Kenny Jackson-Kouassi, and I sincerely hope that you will heal me."
"I will directly be honest with you, I am no therapist or doctor, but if you want to heal you'll have to trust me and my abilities to heal", She says, and she looks straight in the eyes.
"Now, we will have two sessions per week. For this week and the next, I will focus on your story and your life and we will do a little bit of meditation to relax you." She takes a notebook and writes some notes.
"Then I will add more elements, such as tarot reading, meditation that focuses on your problems..."she continues her explanations.
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After she explained to me how these sessions were going to take place, she asked me to tell my life story.
"Uh... ok... I'm 38 years old, I'm a photographer, I own a photography agency-" She then raises her hand.
"Let's start from the beginning, where were you born and who are your parents, for example."
"I was born in the United States, my father is Kendrick Jackson, he is American and my mother's name is Sofia Kouassi, she is Franco-Ivorian. I am the eldest of 2 little sisters and a little brother. "I Tell her.
"Are you close to your parents?" She asks me. She gets up to take two cups, and she pours tea inside.
"My father and I have always been very close, he is the one who passed on his passion for photography to me. When he died..." I stop, I feel a lump forming in my throat.
"Let's say that since then, I have not been the same. "I take in hand the cup that she hands me.
"Very well, and your mother?" She asks, as she sits down in front of me.
"She has always been quite strict with very fixed ideas, I love her, but she chokes me, she has always choked me. She always took up too much space." I take a sip of the tea.
"Well if you want we could do 10 minutes of guided meditation to relax, and we can stop the session for today."
"Yes, thank you."
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Christian Aldini - Friday, November 26th
I Just got out of the office, when I saw a familiar car. I then decide to tap against the window so that the person asleep on his steering wheel wakes up.
"Hey, are you okay?" He straightens up and lowers the window.
"Heskel, I have bad news. "Then says my brother-in-law with a sad face.
"I think you should get in the car."
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"Errol" or "Adam", it depends on the place, is my husband's brother.
They look very similar, both black and muscular with a rather rectangular face. Small eyes and plump lips, they are beautiful, but my darling, with his wide hips and gorgeous braided hair, would drive me crazy.
Since his disappearance, I didn't spend too much time on Ennayd, so he was the one who brought the news.
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We stopped at a fast-food parking lot. Adam is totally upset, and I am trying to understand what has happened.
"So, are you okay?"he sights and frowns.
"Yes, it's not me, it's Lenora. She and her husband were hit during an undercover mission. Vivien is ok, but Lenora broke her arm and a few ribs. "I quickly understand why Adam is in this state.
"But that's not the most important thing, it's what they saw. Apparently the RSMS has put the package for a new attack on Edohshire. But I'm pretty sure they are not stupid, they will change the location..." I can't believe it, it's been more than fifty years since we've heard from them, and now he wants to blow up a city...
"I don't know what to do for my children, we know that the RSMS kidnapped the children of politicians, people from the government and royalty, and honestly I'm scared for my girls and my husband." he bites his lower lip, and he plays with his nails, just like him.
"You know I can take Nerillis and Darilla with me, I don't mind, but what about your husband then?" Adam looked at me smiling, he was stroking the tattoo on the back of his hand.
"Karael says he doesn't want to abandon me or the children. But you know his legs... I think he should come with the children."
"All right, tell me when you're ready, and I'll take them with me." I send the address of the fast food restaurant to my driver so that he can pick me up.
"Thank you, Heskel" He hugs me and I do the same.
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When I arrive home, I see my son sitting on the couch reading a book.
"I'm back."
"..." He completely ignored me.
This kind of situation often happens, and his silence could last for weeks. I sigh, and I put my things on the table, before sitting down next to him on the couch.
In those moments, I liked to observe my children. They looked a lot like us, They both had a fair complexion, their father's eyes and mouth. Emma had big eyes like her grandmother's, and she was small and plump, with beautiful shapes. Thomas, on the other hand, had my nose, a straight and long nose as well as my cheeks, he was tall like me, but he looked so much like his father. When I was arguing with him, I saw his father yelling at me.
"Are you done staring at me?" He asks.
"Listen, I'm not just saying those things to hurt you or to discourage you, but after all these years when I...we've had to get used to your father's absence, which is certainly painful, I think we should move on, life continues, you are young, and you have a lot to see, Thomas." he suddenly stands up. I am saying that for them, but I know for sure that I will never move on from this man.
"You want me to give up, right?"he screams, and I close my eyes, tired of this endless discussion.
"No, I just want to say that-that he's gone and that he's better where he is." Thomas started laughing, it was a cold laugh. Saying that stings a lot, but he needs to hear the truth, we may never see his father again.
"You didn't like him-"
"I forbid you to-"
"You never loved him, confess it!" Emma, who had come down to see what was going on, stops on the stairs.
I could feel the anger rising in my stomach, I was trying to soothe it, but it was growing.
"I loved, and I love your father from the depths of my being, and the fact that you and our son question my love for him makes me..." I didn't manage to finish my sentence, I just pick up my stuff on the table put a kiss on the top of
the head of my children and go upstairs in my room.
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