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  The Doctor Is In

  Carl Weber

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  Brenda Hampton

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue - September 15, 1993

  Chapter 1 - Current day: May 6, 2015

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  Man on the Run

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  Prologue

  September 15, 1993

  After waiting in the sweltering heat for a bus, the seven-year-old girl and her mother, Sabrina, finally walked into their two-bedroom apartment. Sabrina released her daughter’s hand then wiped the sheen of sweat from her aching forehead. She was tired, having just gotten off work then picking up her daughter from school.

  “Go put your book bag in your room and tidy it up for me, okay?” Sabrina said, smiling at her daughter, whom she loved more than anything in the world. “Mama is going to fix you some mac and cheese and bake one of your favorites, a chocolate cake.”

  The little girl was overjoyed. She loved chocolate cake, especially the ones her mother made. Sabrina bent down, tapping her cheek where she wanted her daughter to give her a kiss. Her daughter happily smacked Sabrina’s cheek with a big ol’ kiss then marched toward her bedroom to do as her mother had told her.

  As she turned the corner, she bumped into her father, standing in his dirty drawers, smelling like he had bathed in Hennessy. His scruffy beard resembled a broke-down Santa Claus, and it was evident that he hadn’t shaved in months. A mean mug was tightened on his face, and the nappy beads of hair on his chest made him look like a monster to the child. She tilted her head back to look up at her father who, through her eyes, was a giant. She waited on him to say something nice to her, but the greeting she got from him was nothing like the way her mother had greeted her at school that day. Sabrina had tightly embraced her daughter, asked how her day was, and told her she loved her. Her father, on the other hand, spewed, “Where is that bitch at? Did she come in here with you?”

  Bitch was the name her father, Joshua, had given her mother. The little girl had become very accustomed to hearing that word around their home. All she knew was her mother didn’t like the name, and her parents always got into heated arguments when her father referred to her as a bitch. Today would be no exception.

  The girl pointed toward the kitchen, referencing her mother as the person she knew her to be. “Mommy is in the kitchen making me a cake. You can have some too, Daddy.”

  Joshua grunted then charged toward the kitchen to confront Sabrina. The girl tiptoed behind him but stopped at the doorway to hide behind the wall. She peeked around it to see what her father was so angry about.

  Sabrina sat at the table, stirring cake batter. She looked up when she saw Joshua march into the kitchen with his face scrunched.

  “What did you do with the fucking money I gave you to pay the electric bill?” he barked.

  Sabrina stopped stirring the batter to address her angry husband, who was trying his best to pick a fight with her. She figured he was still upset about last night, when she had refused to have sex with him because his ass needed a shower, and she wasn’t about to keep laying on her back for a nasty, abusive motherfucker who didn’t have a job and didn’t respect her. His petty drug-dealing money hadn’t paid their overwhelming bills in a long time. Everything was behind. Sabrina had been working twelve-hour shifts sometimes, in order for them to stay afloat. In addition to that, her new man had been keeping her busy. He treated her like a queen. So, she didn’t have time for Joshua and his mess. Basically, she wanted a divorce.

  “I used the money to buy our daughter some clothes and tennis shoes. You’ve seen the way she’s been looking. The kids at school make fun of her, and I want them to stop. We can pay the electric bill in a few days when I get paid. What’s the big deal?”

  “The big deal is, that asshole who works for the electric company showed up today to cut that shit off. I had to dig into my stash and give him something so he wouldn’t turn off the electricity. What I don’t understand is, when did you start making decisions around here about what gets paid and what doesn’t? I decide how to spend our money, and that li’l bitch in there already got enough clothes and shoes. Who gives a fuck about kids making fun of her? She needs to learn how to beat their asses. I bet that’ll stop ’em from saying anything to her.”

  Sabrina disagreed, but she remained silent, getting up from the table to pour the cake batter into a baking pan. Joshua hated to be ignored by her, so he continued his harassment.

  “It’s funny how you can ignore me, but I bet you don’t ignore that nigga you’ve been giving my pussy to. You were with him last night, weren’t you? That’s why you didn’t want to make love to me.”

  Sabrina had heard enough. She wished that Joshua would take his drunk ass somewhere and go sit down, but like always, that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to chill until he got certain things off his chest, or until he felt satisfied from beating Sabrina’s ass.

  “For your information, you and I haven’t made love in a loooong time, and I haven’t been with Stoney in months,” she lied. “But if I were with him, how can you blame me? You’re fussing about bills, yet you barely pay them around here. If you had to go into your stash for the electric bill, that’s good! Dig in it some more so we can get out of this rut. You aren’t doing—” Sabrina stopped abruptly and turned around to ignore him again. She didn’t want to insult Joshua or damage his ego, which would only escalate the situation.

  Joshua walked up behind her and placed a tight grip on the back of Sabrina’s neck. The girl looked on with tears in her eyes. She feared what was about to happen next. Her father would do what he did best, and her mother would come out of it looking like a different woman, with a disfigured, bruised face.

  “Don’t bite your tongue, bitch! Speak up and tell me what you were about to say. What’s on your mind? Open your got-damn mouth and say it. Then again, keep it shut before I bust
yo’ ass clean in it.”

  Joshua’s spit sprayed on the side of Sabrina’s face as he yelled at her. She wiped it away, afraid to say another word. Her narrowed eyes, however, spoke volumes for her. She wanted to kill her husband. She had had enough. He deserved to die, and she told herself that this would be the last time he ever put his hands on her.

  With the tight grip still on Sabrina’s neck, Joshua shoved her head forward, banging it against the edge of a cabinet. Sabrina felt blood trickling down the side of her face. The nasty gash on her forehead made her dizzy, but not dizzy enough where she couldn’t reach out and grab a sharp knife from the dish rack on the counter. She swung around to face Joshua with the sharp weapon in her hand.

  “Back the hell up now, Joshua! Get your ass out of here. We’re not doing this today! I’ve had enough of your bullshit!”

  The girl had seen enough too. She figured things were about to turn ugly. She wanted this to stop. With tears cascading down her face, she ran into the kitchen, still carrying her backpack from school. She stood right in front of her mother, trying to protect her.

  “Stop it, Daddy! Stop being so mean to Mommy!”

  Sabrina’s focus was distracted as she tried to move her daughter out of the way so she wouldn’t get hurt. That was when Joshua snatched the knife from her hand. He shoved his daughter out of the way, causing her to skid across the floor. Almost instantaneously, she witnessed her father snatch her mother into his arms and press the sharp blade close to her neck.

  Tears welled at the rims of Sabrina’s eyes, then they began pouring over. She narrowed them again, to show her repulsion for Joshua. In return, he showed his hatred for her.

  “This is for betraying me, bitch. I win; you lose.”

  Joshua slid the blade across Sabrina’s throat, slicing it so fast that when his daughter blinked, she missed it. All she saw was her mother’s body crashing to the floor. She ran over to Sabrina, sobbing as she placed her hands on the gaping hole in her mother’s neck. That’s what she had learned in her first-aid class: adding pressure would stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it was too late. Sabrina was gone. She had stopped breathing, and the little girl could see that her mother wasn’t coming back.

  “Mommy, noooo!” she shouted as she tried to lift her from the floor. “No, Mommy, come back.”

  The girl turned to glare at her father. He stood still, as if cement had been poured over him. No doubt, he was in shock. Even he couldn’t believe what he had just done.

  “I . . . I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to do—”

  Joshua paused, dropped the bloody knife that he had been squeezing in his hand, and then ran off. Seconds later, his daughter heard the front door shut. She crawled on her hands and knees, making her way over to the phone. She dialed 911, and when the dispatcher answered, the girl begged for someone to come and save her mother.

  When the police and ambulance arrived, they found the girl lying next to Sabrina with her arms around her. Sabrina’s daughter kicked and screamed as they cautiously pulled her away. She knew she would never see her loving mother again.

  Chapter 1

  Current day: May 6, 2015

  Dr. Kasen Phillips sat tentatively at his desk, listening to Mr. Jones speak. Kasen’s heart went out to his terminally ill patient, who was dying of cancer, but the doctor refused to let his emotions spill over. On the inside, he was broken. He hated to see Mr. Jones, whom he considered a friend, suffer like this.

  Mr. Jones didn’t look fifty-four years old anymore. With sunken cheeks, swollen eyes, and pale, flaky skin, Mr. Jones looked every bit of seventy or eighty years old. Just from looking at him, Kasen’s stomach felt as if it were tied in a knot, and his throat ached badly. Several times, he blinked to clear his watery eyes. His hands were clenched together while he gave his patient all of the attention he needed.

  “To be honest with you, Doc . . .” Mr. Jones scratched his bald head then licked across his dry lips. “I have no idea how much longer I’ll be around. Nonetheless, I wanted to come here and thank you for all of your help. You’ve been good to me, and your counseling helped me change things. I can only wish that I had been granted additional time to reverse more of the mistakes I’ve made with my wife, but it looks as if I won’t be given that opportunity.”

  Kasen swallowed then cleared his aching throat. “Whatever you do, make every single day count. I appreciate you for coming here, but go to your family. They need you. Our friendship has meant a lot to me, and I’m not writing you off just yet. You’re a strong man. I truly believe that you still have a substantial amount of fight left in you.”

  Mr. Jones smiled, but deep down, he knew his life was about to abruptly end. “Your words are kind, Doc, but look at me. I have no more fight left. This cancer done kicked my ass and shut me down. If I had known this a year ago, I would have taken extreme measures to change my life around. The best I can do is encourage you to live for today, not tomorrow. Whatever you deem wrong, make it right. Whatever you want to do, don’t hesitate to do it. And whomever you want to be with, settle down and do right by her.”

  As Kasen watched Mr. Jones struggle to stand, he rushed out of his chair to assist him. Mr. Jones shooed him away.

  “I’m good,” he said. “Where I’m going, I’ll be okay, but please continue to pray for me.”

  Kasen reached out to Mr. Jones, wrapping his arms around him. “I have and will continue to do so. Take care, my friend. I will see you soon.”

  “If your future travels consist of Heaven, then yes, you will see me one day.”

  Mr. Jones chuckled as he backed away from Kasen, limping his way to the door. Kasen gazed at him with sympathy in his eyes. He only wished that they were about to go play golf like they used to, or indulge in lengthy conversations while having a drink or two at the bar; but from the looks of it, Kasen suspected that it was probably the last time he would ever see Mr. Jones.

  After Mr. Jones closed the door, Kasen returned to his chair, exhausted. He wiped his hands down his handsome face, thinking hard about Mr. Jones’s advice: Live for today, not for tomorrow. Those words alone caused him to reflect on his relationship with Raine. She meant the world to him, but Kasen had been procrastinating when it came to fully committing to their relationship. He wasn’t ready, but the more he thought about Mr. Jones’s situation, the more he realized that he didn’t want to lose Raine. Their relationship was more than just a fuck-thing, and Raine had made it clear to him that she deserved better.

  At one point, she had threatened to leave him if he didn’t make some kind of commitment to her. That was when they moved in together. That move allowed Kasen a little more time to prepare for what he thought Raine ultimately wanted, which was marriage. One day it would happen. Kasen was sure of that, but he hadn’t expected his patient’s situation to help speed things along. He definitely considered Raine the full package, and only a foolish man would let her slip away. He realized now that it was time to make a move. A big move. A move that would let Raine know he was on the same page as she was.

  It wasn’t that Kasen had been involved with other women. He hadn’t been in quite some time. He had cheated on Raine only one time during their three-year relationship, and after that, never again. Lessons were learned; he didn’t like the idea of hurting her. Fortunately, they had managed to work it out. Kasen promised Raine that, going forward, she would be his one and only. He had remained true to that promise, although Kasen was still a flirt. Now, he was a looker who didn’t touch. He smiled at women who smiled at him, but he was very aware of his limitations.

  So, why not get married? he thought while sitting behind the desk with his index finger pressed against his temple. He was in deep thought about seriously making Raine his wife. It was time. Now or never, before it was too late.

  There was a soft knock at the door. Kasen snapped out of his trance to see his receptionist, Voncile Harper, strutting into his office. She was more than attractive, with short layered hair that was cro
pped in the back, and cat-like hazel eyes that lured in many men. Her mellow-brown skin appeared soft as satin, her five foot six height was just right, and her shapely legs rivaled those of any model. Kasen appreciated women who went the extra mile to look good, and Voncile certainly went above and beyond to look her best every day. When Kasen had hired her two years earlier, he took her skills into prime consideration, but he also knew that her good looks and bubbly personality would do his business good.

  As she sauntered closer to Kasen’s desk, his eyes scanned her from head to toe. The tight navy blue skirt she wore hugged her slim curves and gripped her heart-shaped ass. Kasen took one last look at the cleavage that was visible through her sheer blouse, but when she cleared her throat, his eyes shifted to hers.

  “In deep thought again,” she teased. “Every time I come in here, you seem preoccupied.”

  “I can’t help it. In case you haven’t noticed, I do take in a lot of information from my patients. I’m always thinking about things they’ve said to me, and about what I can do to truly help them.”

  Voncile extended her hand to give Kasen a manila folder. “I totally understand that. And after seeing Mr. Jones leave, I assumed you needed a few minutes to regroup. Your one o’clock appointment cancelled. You don’t have another appointment scheduled until three this afternoon. If you want to get out of here for a while and go get some fresh air, I have you covered.”

  Kasen did indeed need some fresh air after that intense session. This was also the perfect opportunity for him to stop at the jewelers to pick out a ring for Raine. Envisioning her reaction made him feel slightly better, and by the end of the day, he hoped, things would be looking up.

  Kasen looked up at Voncile. “You know, you’re right. Mr. Jones’s situation has taken a toll on me today, so I’m going to take your advice and go get some fresh air. Can I get anything for you while I’m out?”