Behind Every Boss There's a Bae

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  Chrissy started looking forward to her sessions with Dr. Biggs. She enjoyed talking to her about any and everything, she felt free to express her emotions and tell her all her little secrets. Dr. Biggs enjoyed Chrissy as well, but she felt as though it was something about Chrissy she hasn’t tapped into yet. Chrissy entered her office the next day dressed in all leather with thigh-hi boots on, her hair pulled straight with dark lipstick on. Still as beautiful but just different. She appeared to be more rough around the edges, unbothered and cool.

  Dr. Biggs started as she always did, reviewed her notes and started asking questions, “Today I would like to go back to your nightmares you’ve been experiencing. When is the last time you had your dream?”

  “Well I wouldn’t necessarily call it a nightmare; it was something that happened but I took care of that nigga!” Chrissy hissed.

  Surprised by her statement Dr. Biggs looked up at Chrissy, “What do you mean?”

  “When I was about nine years old I woke up to a loud thug and I tiptoed out my room to find out what the hell was going on. My mother was laying on the floor while this big man was attacking her, I knew where my mother kept her gun so I went in her room, grabbed the gun, went into the living room and told him to get off my mama. He thought I was playing, so I shot him!” Chrissy said as she hunched her shoulders.

  Dr. Biggs showed no emotion to what she just said but was devastated on the inside. “So are you telling me that this was an incident that really happened, not a bad dream you’ve been having? Dr. Biggs asked with a perplexed look.

  “Naw that ain’t no damn dream, that’s real life! Chrissy said matter of factly.

  Dr. Biggs started writing on her note pad again and Chrissy flipped through her cell phone.

  “Do you think on your next scheduled appointment your sisters could come to your session with you, most time we like to have a round table with the family, it helps get down to the bottom line.” Dr. Biggs asked.

  “Sure that’s not a problem, I will schedule my next shrink appointment on my way out? Catch you later Doc.” Chrissy walked out of the office.

  Dr. Biggs was confused to what she just heard. Putting two and two together she realized that Chrissy had a traumatic experience at a young age, suppressed it and now it’s coming back in the form of a nightmare. She felt that maybe this is what her gut has been telling her which explains that uneasy feeling she got after every session. She decided to do a little research on Chrissy to get a look at the situation full circle so she pulled school records, medical records, immunizations, etc. The next time Chrissy came in she would be armed with everything she needed to know in order to help Chrissy with her problem.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  How many???

  Chrissy drove through the street of Detroit with precision, with her sisters in tow. Running a little late she impatiently honked her horn at slow drivers trying to get pass them. She entered the office kind of rushed but made it just in time for her 1:00 appointment. As usual Dr. Biggs was sitting at her desk looking over some paperwork. Chrissy and her 2 sisters walked in the office and simultaneously said hi, Dr. Biggs looked up and said, “Hello Chrissy, I was hoping that we could dive right in, but everyone is not here yet. Where are your sisters?”

  Chrissy giggled, “They are right here, don’t tell me you can’t tell these are my sisters, we’re triplets!”

  Dr. Biggs walked from around her desk with a perplexed look on her face. She decided to go along with Chrissy and see where it led her. “So now, referring back to the last session we left off where you were telling me about the incident that happened when you were nine when you shot an intruder that was attacking your mother, let’s go back to that day. What can you tell me about that day, Necola?”

  Chrissy rolled her eyes as to say it was no big deal. Chrissy scooted up to the edge of the couch with her legs open and her hands clasped. “I like to be called Cola, no one calls me Necola but yea what about it? I mean it is what it is, the nigga got froggy and I shot his ass! As simple as that!”

  Dr. Biggs just witnessed a switch in personalities right before her eyes. To make sure she was seeing what she just saw she continued her questioning, “O.K. Chrissy can you tell me about this incident Necola just spoke on?” Dr. Biggs closely watched as Chrissy sat back crossed her legs and straightened her back. She pursed her lips and started to speak, “I don’t know exactly what I see in my nightmare it’s kinda fuzzy and clouded. It’s more of what I feel I see then really what I’m visually seeing.”

  So you’re talking about the bad dreams you been having? Dr. Biggs questioned.

  “Yes, what else would I be referring to?” asked Chrissy.

  Dr. Biggs started writing on her note pad. Chrissy flipped through her Instagram page and giggled like a school girl at some of the post. Looking up from her notes, Dr. Biggs stared at Chrissy, she was so adorable and happy but other times she was conservative and reserved but would turn ghetto and hood right before her eyes. So Dr. Biggs decided to try something, flipping through her notes as though she was trying to find a name she said, “So do you have any memory of the incident we are referring to……ummmmmm, I’m sorry I thought I had all your names right here and you are….?”

  Chrissy looked up from her phone and said, “Bianca but everyone calls me Beany. My sister told me about you and I always thought head doctors were weirdos, but you seem pretty cool!” Beany had a perky high spirited, sweet, young personality. She acted as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Smiling from ear to ear she continued, “I don’t have any recollection about this situation, your honor!” Beany busted out laughing at her own joke. Dr. Biggs had to admit she almost laughed herself but stifled a smile to remain professional.

  There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Dr. Biggs shouted. Her receptionist Betty entered, “Here is the fax you have been waiting for Dr. Biggs could I get you anything else?”

  “No thank you Betty, that would be all.” Dr. Biggs responded.

  Dr. Biggs flipped through the documents she just received, her heart stopped when you she looked over Chrissy’s birth certificate. Taking a breath before she spoke, “Chrissy, I’m confused about something, maybe you can help me clear some things up?”

  Chrissy threw her cell phone in her bag and gave Dr. Biggs her undivided attention, “How can I be of help?”

  Dr. Biggs located the place she was looking for and picked up her highlighter and highlighted the place that she was referring to, “On your birth certificate it says that your mother gave birth to a set of triplets, but two were still born and only one survived. You, Christian Davis.”

  Chrissy shrugged her shoulders and calmly said, “Well it’s obviously a clerical error, as you can see my sisters are here alive and kicking.” She smiles as she turned and hand gestured as though there were a person sitting on both sides of her.

  Dr. Biggs had one last question that would seal the deal of what she was thinking, “Chrissy, you mentioned in our first session you experience headaches?”

  “All the time, I been getting them since I was a little girl” Chrissy answered.

  Dr. Biggs stood up and walked around her desk, picked up her desk phone, hit the intercom and said, “Betty could you cancel my 3:00 and get Charles Nickles on the phone for me.”

  “Will do.” Betty responded.

  Beany looked around at her sisters confused, “What you calling Chucky for?”

  Cola fell back on the couch, “Oh Jesus she calling Daddy on us! What does Chucky have to do with all this?”

  Chrissy smirked at Dr. Biggs and said, “It’s ok Dr. I don’t mind, after all he is footing the bill. These two just trippin’ because Chucky has always watched over us like a hawk our whole life and sometimes he was doing the most!” Chrissy pulled out her compact to check her make-up and her hair, closed the compact and readjusted herself sexily on the couch.

  30 Minutes later….

  Chucky entered Dr.
Biggs’ office with a slow swag, “You needed to see me Doc?” He walked over to Chrissy and she stood to match his embrace. After kissing her lovingly on the lips they sat down and Chucky instantly wrapped Chrissy in his arms. Dr. Biggs studied the couple, she felt the energy and love they had for each other. She smiled at them but was sadden at the thought of Chucky being in love with a troubled young woman.

  Dr. Biggs flipped through her notes, deciding on the best way to say what she was about to tell Chucky. Not sure how to explain her prognosis Dr. Biggs decided to hypnotize Chrissy. “Charles I have a prognosis, and you might have to witness it, to believe it. I need you to come sit over here.” Chucky got up and sat in the chair that was assigned. “Chrissy lay back on the couch and just relax and breath slowly. Don’t be afraid I have done this thousands of times and it’s harmless. I’m going to hypnotize you so I can understand where your dreams are coming from, I think I have concluded the problem but this way I can be sure.” Dr. Biggs placed a chair next to Chrissy, “Relax, breathe through your nose exhale out of your mouth. I want you to start at 100 and count backwards.”

  Chrissy started, “100,99,98,97,96,95,94,93,92,91…….”

  Dr. Biggs in a soothing voice coached, “Breathe, relax, just relax.”

  Chucky looked on waiting to see what all this was about, as Chrissy fell into a deep sleep Dr. Biggs called on Chrissy to wake up. Chrissy balled up into a fetal position and whimpered. Chucky jumped to come to her rescue but the Dr. Biggs stopped him. Chrissy hugged her self so tight like she was holding on for dear life, she wailed and her arms flew open like she was being ripped away from something. Dr. Biggs calmed her down after she made notes on her pad. Coaching her to move farther in her life Chrissy started to swing her arms like she was pillow fighting, she laughed and giggled as she ducked, dodged and swung at the air. Out of breath Chrissy laid down and fell asleep. Dr. Biggs waited for her breathing to slow before coaching her to go to another part of her life. Chrissy folded her arms like a spoiled child and shouted, “Which one of these Bitches got a problem with you Beany!” Chrissy started wrestling around on the couch and started punching the pillow like she was in a fight. She had so much anger in her eyes she growled, “BITCH TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I’M GONNA BEAT THAT ASS AGAIN!” Dr. Biggs soothed her to get her to calm down and relax. Chucky’s mouth was open and his mind was whirling, thinking, “Who the hell was Beany?” He knew he had heard Chrissy call herself that, but he thought she was just changing her name being silly.”

  Dr. Biggs cooed, “Now I want you to go to your nightmare, search your mind to the incident when your mother was being attacked. Can you see her on the floor? Picture the man standing over her, can you see him?” Chrissy’s eyes widened, and fear overtook her, she shivered and urinated on herself. Chucky’s heart was pounding as he felt her fear. Chrissy laid back down but popped back up. Her face was distorted like a mad man, her eyes showed no emotions and her fist was balled up. Her eyes darted around the room and she slowly held her hand up and aimed like a gun, “Nigga! Let my mommie go!” she screamed. Chrissy flew backwards like something knocked her back. She laid back and drifted back off to sleep. Chucky’s breathing was labored, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The girl he knew and loved for most of his life had multiple personality. That scared Chucky, he didn’t know if he could handle being involve with a woman with this type of dysfunction. Dr. Biggs looked at Chucky with remorse. She knew that this kind of issue could tear a couple apart. She saw the love Chucky had for Chrissy, but was it enough?

  Dr. Biggs wrote in her notes again, she decided to speak to each individual, considering that Chrissy had the dreams and Beany didn’t appear to know anything about her mother’s assault. She said, “Cola, I’m assuming you were the one that defended your mother, can we talk?”

  Cola stood up from the couch and stretched, “Yea, what up Doc?” She giggled a little at her own blunder.

  Can you tell me about that night? Dr. Biggs asked.

  “Sheesh! how many times do I have to repeat this story, O.K. for the last time. Me and Chrissy woke up one night to a lot of crashing noises, Chrissy got up to check it out but when she came back in the room she was crying, she told me a man was beating up my momma. I told her to get in the bed with Beany, who never woke up, and I would handle it. I creped out the room and that’s when I saw him, dude from the club assaulting her. I ran to her room, got her gun and shot him, I didn’t kill him though, my aim was off. He ran out the house when we heard sirens.” Cola threw her hands up, “And that was it, no harm no foul.

  Chucky’s face was drained, he first thought about how many times he thought Chrissy was acting hood and teased her about it. He couldn’t believe he never picked up on this. Chrissy’s mood swings, not remembering things that she had done….. and who was dude from the club? “Wait a minute, Sinister assaulted Money when Chrissy was nine!” Dr. Biggs shhhh Chucky and held her hand up to let him know to stay quiet.

  “Dude from the club, who was he?” Dr Biggs asked.

  “I didn’t know him at the time but the night Chucky took us to the club, I remembered him. I knew exactly who he was as soon as I laid eyes on him. I searched for the bullet scar on his shoulder the night Beany sex him and sure enough it was him!” Cola growled.

  Dr. Biggs shocked, “You had sex with him?”

  “HELL NAW! That was Beany!” Cola said.

  Yes, I fucked him! Beany said. I did what I had to do to get the code for Chucky, plus he was kinda sexy.” She giggled.

  Chucky’ heart raced, his head was spinning. Sinister has cause this family so much pain. Jail wasn’t good enough anymore he had to GET GOT! Chucky bite his lip trying to retain himself. He waved Dr. Biggs off to let her know he had enough and heard enough.

  Dr. Biggs soothe Chrissy and counted her back to consciousness. Chrissy woke up bewildered. She looked at Chucky and saw the look on his face, “What?” she asked. Noticing she was wet she instantly became embarrassed. She asked to be excused to clean herself up. Dr. Biggs allowed her to use her private bathroom. With Chrissy out of the room, Dr. Biggs had an opportunity to speak to Chucky alone.

  “I’m afraid that Chrissy is suffering from DID Dissociative Identity Disorder. Chucky looked at her like she had two heads. She explained, Chrissy has multiple personalities, that’s why the headaches, mood swings, forgetfulness, change in personalities. The sad part is, there is no cure. The best I could tell you is she would be in therapy for the rest of her life.

  Chucky’s eyes watered as he hung his head. Dr. Biggs did her best to explain each personality, Chrissy is the primary personality, she is the host that the other two lived inside. They serve their purpose when needed. Cola is the muscle; she protects Chrissy when she gets into confrontational situations. Beany is the part that makes Chrissy friendly, approachable and men gravitate towards her sexiness. It seems as though the loss of her sisters at birth was traumatic and she developed these additional personalities because of it. The situation with her nightmare, Chrissy was awakened from her sleep after hearing the loud bumping, then she witnessed her mother’s attack, but Cola stepped in and protected Chrissy and her mother. That’s why the nightmare seems so real, because the beginning is what she witnessed and it becomes a blur when Cola took over. Seeing her mother being attacked caused more emotional trauma to an already fragile little girl. Chrissy doesn’t seem to be a threat to herself or others so I could see her on an out-patient basis but she will need continuous aggressive therapy.”

  Chrissy walked back into the room and whined, “I’m ready to go home.” Dr. Biggs walked behind her desk and wrote out a prescription to help her sleep. Chucky grabbed Chrissy by the hand and exited the office.

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  On the way home Chucky was deep in thought, He didn’t know how to address Chrissy. He glanced over at her while she fixed her make-up, complaining how smeared her make-up was. Chucky smiled at how beautiful she was and even with her issues he loved her with all his heart.
Chrissy felt his stare. She lifted the mirror and laughed, “What’s wrong with you Big Head?”

  “Huh?” Chucky said.

  “Duh…. You staring like you watching a movie.” Chrissy laughed.

  “Oh! Ummm I was just admiring how beautiful you are.” Chucky shyly said.

  “Boy, gon’ with that, you swear you a mack, save that for your little chicken heads!” Chrissy joked.

  Chucky knew that he had to be talking to Beany, she was the fun comical side of Chrissy. This switching in and out of personality was going to take some getting use to but he liked the interchange.

  “You hungry?” Chucky asked.

  “Yeah, I could eat, let’s go to Lou’s Deli and get a David Drip, some fries and some banana pudding!” Beany said as she rubbed her flat belly.

  “Lou’s Deli it is!” Chucky chuckled as he shook his head, “Girl, you are so greedy, I have no idea where you put it.”

  “Just get me something to eat!’ Beany said as she slapped him in the back of his head.

  They stopped by the deli and got their food to go. They decided to sit on the patio and enjoy their food. The sun was setting and it was a warm 80-degree summer evening. Chucky lite up a blunt and passed it to Beany. Chucky joked with Beany about getting spit on the tip of his blunt, “Hey don’t get my blunt wet with those big ole’ soup coolers of yours!” Beany rolled her eyes and took a deep pull, passing it back to Chucky. Chucky took slow drags watching Beany enjoy the high that was taking over her. He looked up at the sky and thanked God for her and asked him to give him patient and strength to do right by her. Looking over at Chucky, she took in his essence from his neat dreads, smooth skin and strong arms. Her body quivered at the thought of her being in his arms. Chucky felt her stare and licked his lips, “Now who’s staring like they watching a movie?”

  Beany stood up, walked over to him and pried his legs open with hers. Chucky spread his legs invitingly. Getting on her knees she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already erect member, never breaking her stare. Chucky anticipated her soup coolers that he had just teased her about. Chucky stared in her eyes and saw a change in her stare, he saw lust. He now knew the difference between Chrissy and Beany. Chucky grabbed her by her hair with both of his hands and guided her down to his dick. She licked and sucked his dick like a popscicle. Sucking on the head, engulfing him in one long stroke, sliding her tongue down the sides and nibbling on his nuts. Chucky shiver in his nuts as he felt himself ready to explode. Beany had him whimpering like a little girl. Beany pulled him from the chair into a stand and leaned her body back to the ground as she pulled Chucky on top of her. Chucky got into a push up position and slowly stroked her mouth. She grabbed his ass, holding him in place as she went to work on him. Chucky went to work on her mouth like it was her pussy. She opened her throat to oblige him. Chucky couldn’t take the assault on his dick anymore and tried to pull out to release himself, but Beany grabbed his ass to keep him in place, deep throated his whole dick as she ran he tongue over his nuts. Tears formed in his eyes as he squeezed them tight, he pumped furiously, tightened his ass, taking long strokes. Not being able to hold out any longer he released in her mouth as Beany continued to suck and swallow every drop of him. Chucky grabbed his dick, the shocks that shot through him weakening him and had him feeling light headed. Beany massaged his nuts as she glared up at Chucky with a sinister grin on her face. She knew she just fucked his world up. Chucky couldn’t gather his mind, body and soul together, she had truly wiped him out. The only thing that he could think was, “FUCK! SHE SUCKED THE SHIT OUT MY DICK! FUCK!” as his body continued to shake.