When I arrived to the door, I could barely find my keys. I dug through my unnecessary large handbag to find them at the very bottom. I was going to unlock the door but the cigarette that I dropped was more important. I bent it down to pick it up. I stumbled a little and banged my head against the door.

"Shit!" I cried. I put the cigarette back in my mouth and tried opening my door again. I was finally inside my home.

I place my things down near the door and walked to the living room. I noticed by the telephone that there was a note left for me. I picked it to read it.

Lauren,

I wanted to wait until you got home but I knew I would probably be waiting forever. Let's get to the point; I can't be with you anymore. The way you treat me is deplorable. I have never felt so ashamed of myself for letting a woman like you hurt me like this. You are nothing. You are trash. You are . . .

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," I through the letter to the floor. My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, was more of a bitch than I was which is why he got the treatment he did. Out of all my relationships, Kenan was the worst. He was clingy and whiny. I always felt he was suffocating me. Always demanding to do thing his way. I have always been a free-spirit, do what the hell I want kind of girl. He knew this when he met me. Why did he think he that was going to change when we got together?

With the cigarette still dangling from the corner of my mouth I look in my jacket pocket to find a lighter. Once lit, I take possibly the longest drag I ever have. I exhale deeply and go into the kitchen.

I seen another note on the refrigerator.

"Not another," I sighed. Ignoring the not, I open the refrigerator and grab a beer. I

"Let's see why the pussy is saying now,"

I snatched the letter off and read it.

I had taken the liberty to get the door fixed. Here is the bill. Please pay it.

"This motherfucker!" I sat my beer down and put out my cigarette. I balled up the bill and threw it in the trash. I went to the phone and started dialing Kenan's number. I waited for him to answer. He usually picks up after the first ring. I take it he doesn't want to be bothered with me. I let the phone ring some more. We needed to talk.

"Hello?" he finally answered.

"Hey bitch, I got your note, well both of them. Care to explain yourself?"

"Don't call me with this nonsense Laurie. Everything is quite simple. Pay the bill and stay out of my life. I'm done with you."

I laughed, "Well if things are simple as you then why couldn't you be a man and tell me this shit to my face instead of doing it through a note. Wait make that two notes."

"I waited for you to come home but I had a real job to go to. Not everyone is a trust fund wannabe rock star unlike some of us."

""Whatever Kenan. You're still a pussy. Always have been and always will be."

"Fuck you Laurie!" Kenan yelled, "I'm hanging up now. Oh and someone is coming by the collect the rest of my things. Please be there."

"My point exactly Kenan. Goodbye." I hung up the phone. Before I could get back to my beer and cigarette, I heard the doorbell.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. I went to the door to answer it. I opened to see a man standing. He was wearing an black blazer with a graphic shirt underneath and stonewashed jeans. He had an unkempt goatee and a lip piercing.

"Hi, is Lauren Donovan home?" he asked taking off his black fedora uncovering his short dark hair.

"Uh yes. I'm her. What do you want?"

"My name is Phil. I came to pick up the rest of Kenan things."

"Oh, right. Come on in." I motioned him inside.

"Thank you," he came in as I closed the door behind him.

"I don't know what he has since I just got in a few minutes ago. Your best bet would be to start upstairs in the bedroom." I told him.

Phil stood in the foyer and looked around. He played with is fedora.

"Nice place you have here," he said still looking. I was starting to grow suspicious. Why wasn't he doing upstairs like I told him to? Something was definitely off.

"Thanks. You can go upstairs to see if his stuff is there."

"Ok," he smiled at me. We stare at each other. His smile was telling me that he wasn't here to pick up Kenan's things.

"Who are you and why are you here?" I broke our stare.

Phil reached inside his blazer and pulled out a business car.

"I'm Phil Brooks. I am with the Straight Path Rehabilitation Center. I was told that you have bit of a drug problem."

"Un-fucking-believable," I looked at the card. I knew this day was coming. Kenan never liked me using even if it was recreational. He feared I would overdose and kill myself. The drugs are the reason why he isn't here.

"I'm a counselor for the program. Take a look at this," he reached inside his blazer again and pulled out a brochure. I snatch it from his hands. I read the front cover and looked at Phil.

"Are you serious?"

"Very. Kenan seemed very worried about you and called us. That's why I'm here. I wanted to give you a bit more information about the program in person before you came in."

"Who said I was going? I'm not going anywhere because I don't have a problem. Sure I take a couple lines here and there for fun. Though I can assure you I am no addict. So if you don't mind," I hand his business card the brochure back to him. I open the door and point for him to leave.

Phil shook his head and sighed, "Fine. If you change your mind, give me a call," he handed the business card and brochure back to me. I do not take them. Seeing that I don't, he places them on the table next to the staircase. "Goodbye Ms. Donovan," he puts back on his fedora and leaves.

I slam the door and rush to the phone. I dial Kenan's number again.

He answers.

"You fucking pussy! How dare you do this to me!" I shouted.

"It's for your own good Laurie. I would suggest you go and get better." Kenan was calm.

"Fuck you! You are always trying to control my life. I'm not a fucking kid! And I don't have a problem. You're dead when I see you!"

"Bye Laurie," Kenan hangs up.

I throw the phone to the ground. I grab my keys and handbag and bolted out of the door. I had came out just in time to see Phil getting into his car.

"Hey you!" I shouted to him

Phil looks back and closes his car door.

"Hey motherfucker! You are going to tell me everything! What did my ex tell you? And you better tell me the truth this time!"

"I cannot tell you the reasons. All I know is that he is trying to get you the help that you need for a better life. He is only concerned for your well . . ."

I cut him off. "Oh shut the hell up! Tell me or else I'm smashing all the windows out of your car!' I threaten him.

Not fazed by my threat, Phil opens his car door and gets in. He starts his car and rolls down the window.

"We are having our first meeting Wednesday. You are welcomed to join us. Take care Ms. Donovan," he pulls off.

I was tempted to throw the rock I had seen on the ground at his car. For some reason, I didn't. My beef was not with him, it was with Kenan. Besides, he was giving me a vibe that said I could trust him. I figured it was because he was a counselor but that wasn't it. It was something else. Must have been the tattoos I seen when he was giving me his information. Whatever the reason was, I had never felt such vibes before.

I shake myself from my thoughts and get in my car. On the way to Kenan's house I thought of all the ways I wanted to hurt him. I even thought about stopping my Home Depot to buy a shovel or something to beat him with. That was going to be too time consuming. I needed to get to his house now.

I had arrived to Kenan's house. I seen that his curtains was open. When I got closer to the door I was able to see more. He was with was company.

"Good I have an audience," I straightened my leather jacket and fixed my wavy hair then knocked on the door. While I waited, I started doing some light stretching and gave myself a pep talk.

"This pussy motherfucker wants to play? Oh I'll play alright. Tired of people dictating my life. That ends tonight," I whispered to myself.

I stopped when I heard the door unlock. Kenen opened the door.

"Lauren? What are you doing here?" he asked. He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Hi, Kenan. Nice to see you again. We need to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about. Now if you don't mind, I have guest." he said trying to close the door. I put my hand out to stop it.

"Oh you do, that's nice but this is more important," I pushed the door hard. Kenan's eyes grew wide. He looked to the living room and assured his guest everything was ok.

"Laurie! Please! This is not the time!" he snarled through his teeth. "Leave here now!"

"I'll leave when I'm ready," I grinned. Kenan's light brown face was turning red. He stepped a bit closer to me.

"Leave," he said again.

"No." Kenan stepped closer. He was almost out of the door way.

We stared at each other. I balled up my first and took a step closer as well. Kenan's medium built 6'5 body towered my average 5'8 body. I could see him tensing up. His shoulders grew bigger. He did this when he wanted to scare me. It never worked.

"I'm giving you one more chance to leave or else I'm calling the cops."

"Go ahead. I would expect you would have someone else handle your dirty work. Pussy."

"Call me that again." the told me.

"Pussy."

"I've had enough of this. I'm calling the police!" Before Kenan could go, I grab him by his arm.

"Oh and when you call them, I want you to tell them how you just got your ass beat by a girl."

Without hesitation, I punch Kenan in his mouth. Kenan fell to the floor. I heard his guest coming out of the living room. They screamed as they scurried to pick up their fallen friend from the floor.