I drive the car into the driveway only to see and black Mercedes already parked. Vic poked his head upfront rising an eyebrow at me “Whose car is that?”



“Adrianna’s” I say nonchalantly. I look over at Tony to see the corner of his lips to turn up into a slight frown. I knew that they had a thing with each other. And they spend lots and lots of alone time together if you know what I mean “Just Tony’s fuck buddy.”



Tony turns a bright shade of red “Fuck you Mike!”



“Nah uh uh!” I say to Tony while stepping out of the car and twirling around in circles “Sadly this magnificent specimen right her doesn’t float that way. But them” I point to Jaime and Vic who were smooching beside the car “They are flaming flamingos. So those are the dudes you should get in touch with if ya want it rammed up the ass.”



I turned around and starting jogging across our big lawn “Douchbag!” I heard Vic chuckle



I stopped walking and bent down and slapped my but “Kiss my douchbag ass!” Seconds later I was rammed in the rear, literally, and I tumbled to the ground.



Tony laughed “For someone who doesn’t like it rammed up the ass you sure do like sticking it in people crotch areas.” Tony smirked



Jaime and Vic where rolling on the ground laughing. I tried to suppress my laughter, trust me I really did, but I just couldn’t. Tony is so shy but when he wants to he can be the funniest damn person ever.



“Daddy!” Michelle screamed as she jumped onto my back “ I missed you today.”



I swung her around to my front “ I missed you too pumpkin.” I looked and saw that she was carrying her overnight backpack. “Where ya going knuckle head?”



“Mommy is sending me to stay with Auntie A but I don’t know why.” Michelle pouted “I wanted to be with you today daddy.”



Adrianna’s eyes glared at my like lasers “Daddy’s not stable enough for that right now.” She grabbed Michelle and took her from my grasp “Besides he and mommy got some adult business to handle.”



“What you mean I’m not stable enough. I’m always stable enough for my baby girl.” I smiled down at Michelle but then frowned “Business……..What type of business?”



Suddenly Adrianna out lashed at me ‘What the fuck you mean what kind of business. You no damn well what kind of business I’m talking about.” Or maybe that coke you’ve been inhaling has fucked up your already damaged brain. I fucking…”



“Hey, what’s going on over here?” Tony questioned interrupting Adrianna’s unnecessary rant session.



She took a deep breath “Just go inside Michael.” She grabbed Michelle’s hand “Come one cupcake, let’s go to the park.”



Michelle looked at me, slow tears descend down her face “Bye daddy.” She whispered sadly “I love you.”



“Bye baby girl.” I said back “I love you too pumpkin”



My heart shattered seeing tears in my baby’s eyes. I wanted so badly to rip Michelle out of Adrianna’s grip. To hold her and tell her that everything is fine. That everything’s going to be okay. But I knew that in order to do so, I would have to find out what’s going on in the first place.



“What was that all about?” Jaime asked as he wrapped his arms around Vic’s waist



“ I have no fucking clue.” I groaned “No fucking clue.”



I grabbed the door handle and turned the knob. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I sure as hell is about to figure it out. I stepped into the house. The house had no lights on, overcome by darkness. I’m actually starting to get scared now. Sam doesn’t sit in the dark unless she’s pissed……very, very pissed.



“Sam!” I shouted into the darkness getting no reply “Sam babe what is going on?”



“Michael Christopher Fuentes” Sam spat sternly. The lights flickered on. I looked over to see an obviously pissed Sam starring back at me. She’s mad at me but I don’t know why. “You got some explaining do.”



I groaned before plopping down onto the couch “What did I do wrong now mom?” I turned on the television and started flipping through the channels. I finally settled on ABC which to my favor was showing a Harry Potter marathon.



“You did three things Michael!” Sam graceiously walked in front of me blocking my view of the movie”



“And what might that be!” I rolled my eyes. I’m getting rather agitated with Sam right about now.



“Thing one!” she states as a bag falls onto the table with a plop “Thing two!”and the plop of another bag echos through the house “And last, but probably not least thing fucking three!” A third bag falls onto the table I stare at the bags trying to figure out what it is. Realization sets when I realize what is in the bag……coke.



I’m proud to say that I’ve been clean form this drug. I haven’t seen this deadly white substance in three years. Now it’s sitting dead in my face and a shiver of fear runs through my body and for good reasons. This demon has almost killed me, several times.



Vic obviously noticed my reaction “Where the fuck did that shit come from?” He knows how hard it was for me to quit and he knows that seeing such a large quantity of it may make me relapse.



“Oh I don’t know!” Sam laughs sarcastically. Why is she laughing? Is it funny to torture a former drug addict? “Why don’t you ask Michael.”



“What you mean ask Michael?” I say slightly angry but mostly shocked “ I don’t know where this shit came from. I haven’t seen any coke in three years.”



“Oh really now.” Sam says with a slight chuckle “ So the the coke bags grown legs and walk in the damn house Michael. Did they walk into your dresser drawer, your dirty jeans and……and into Michelle’s room.” She looked at me with tears streaming down her eyes “Why……why in Michelle’s room Mike. That shows just how much you care about her.”



“Shut the fuck up bitch!” I roared. I’m getting pretty angry, I think that’s quite obvious now “ I would never but Michelle, never fucking ever put her life in danger. I love her with all my fucking heart. So don’t you dare say that I don’t fucking care.”



I was livid. I was fucking outraged. I hate, hate when people tell me that I did something that I didn’t really do. I’m a fucking man, I own up to my own mistakes and problems. And I’m a man, I never put my family in danger, especially my freaking daughter.



“Mike it was in your shit.” She yells at me



I glare at her “You shouldn’t be going through my fucking shit any damn ways bitch! If you would stop being a nosy ass then you wouldn’t have found shit” Fuck. That statement makes it seems like I’m guilty. But I’m not; it’s just the anger talking. When I’m this angry, I don’t think before I speak. I just speak.



Vic looks at me. His eyes full of horror, sadness and……guilt “Mike no……….Mikey no, you didn’t start back using did you?”



“Don’t talk to her like that Mike. You’re way out of line and being disrespectful.” Tony exclaimed rather calm for the situation at hand.



Naw man I’m not being way out of line.” I yelled “ She shouldn’t be going through my shit anyway. Why was she going through my shit”



“Because I found a bag in…..” Sam paused “Fuck that, I don’t need to explan shit. You’re the one who should be doing all the damn explaining.”



I grunt and roll my eyes “There’s nothing to explain.”



“So you don’t think I…..or Michelle deserve an explanation? We don’t deserve to know why you put our family in danger. Why you would risk our lives and your lives? Why you would do this…..why you relapsed?”



I punched the wall “For the last damn time. There is no fucking explanation. I didn’t put my fucking family in danger. I didn’t risk Michelle’s, yours or my life. I would never fucking do that shit. ” I punched the wall again “Because for the last fucking time, I didn’t fucking relapse.”



“Let’s say we did believe you Mike.” Vic said to me giving me a slim chance of hope that they would believe me “Nobody else in the house has ever used before Mike. So who else could have put it there.”



I caught my self subconsciously looking at Jaime who was standing beside Vic abnormally quite. Other than me he’s the only person who has used before. We were both addicted during the same time. I think we got clean around the same time. Nobody knows that he did coke, nobody but me.



He shakes his head and mouths “I would never bring it here. I would never do that to you.”



I believe Jaime though. He’s to sweet, to caring to do something like this “I understand where you’re coming from Vic but it’s not mine.” I say calmer than what I anticipated



Sam rolled her eyes “Just admit…..”



“It’s not me you motherfucking cunt. Get that through your thick ass skull.” I yell hitting the wall again



“Fine Mike be like that.” She looks at me “Since this isn’t your shit. This isn’t me saying that I’m packing me and Michelle’s bags and were leavening.” She looks at me sadly “At least until you own up to your shit and be a fucking man.”



I’m trying my hardest to control my anger. I’m doing a good job if I may say so myself. Right now I feel like going up to Sam and snapping her fucking neck in two for even having the audacity to say she’d take Michelle away from me. But the wall will just have to do.



Taking Michelle away…..fuck that shit. I laughed “You are not, I repeat are not, taking Michelle away from me.” I laugh even louder “No fucking bitch, or cunt or in your case a fucking heifer is taking my beautiful Michelle away from me.” I chuckle “Nope! Not gonna happen!”



“Mike don’t talk to her like that. This is your entire fault.” Vic shook his head sadly. “I’m ashamed Mike. I thought you had changed. I thought you weren’t going to go back to the substance.”



“Fuck!” punches wall “Fuck!” punches wall “Fuck!” Punches wall “Stop fucking saying this is my fucking fault.” I knock the vase off the side table “Why won’t you believe me when I say it’s not mine.” I hit my head on the wall



“Mike calm down.” Sam cooed laying a hand on my shoulder “ I didn’t say I was taking her forever. Just until….”



I push her away “No you’re not taking her period Sam.”



“Michael you just put your hands on me again.” Sam whispered sounding slightly hurt “Why?”



I punch the wall a couple times before banging my head against the wall “I’m tired of your shit Sam. I can’t take it anymore.” “Fine Michael!” Her glass eyes looked at me “Be a man, own up to the coke.” She looked at me pleading with just her eyes “Or me and Michelle will leave your lives forever.” She sighed and looked at me “If you can’t hang, then there’s the door Michael.”



I know what they all expected. They all expect me to be all guilty and sorry for what I did. They want me to confess for my wrong doing and go to counseling to make everything better.



But that’s the thing. How can I feel guilty for something that I never did. How can I feel sorry if I have nothing to feel sorry for. How can I confess to something I never did in the first place? How can I go to counseling to make things better when nothing was ever wrong?







I know what I have to say. I know what has to be done.











“I can’t hang.” I grab my coat and walked out the door

Notes

Ahhhhhhh ish just got very real. Mike has some real anger issues. But dosen't he have a reason to be mad. Everyone thinks it's his coke and it's not.

What's going on with Jaime? He used drugs with Mike, did he ever stop using like Mike did?

But I hope this chapter was good and not to boring. I took my time writing this chapter so.......hope it dosen't suck

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