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his breath and when we entered the jam packed house he yelled over the music " get a drink and a girl ."

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" man ," it was about 2 in the morning and i couldn't even keep my feet straight trying to stagger to the driver's side of my car and pulled out my key in .

I pulled out from the gate and drove down the street on my way home .

My vision was off by a long shot as objects on the road blurred together and my car swayed from left to right dodgeing imaginary object .

" come on man ."

I pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder and squinted my eyes trying to get a clear view of the road .

" oh shit !" I pressed down hard on the breaks when i almost hit a red ford truck . I parked my car on the side of the road and went to catch a bus . The last thing i was gonna do was get killed when my life was just now getting to the way it was supposed to be .

I put my money into the bus and made my way to the back dosing off slightly in my seat .

" wake up , wake up ."

I looked up at the bus driver , i hadn't even realised i had fallen asleep .

" this is my last stop . You gotta get up ."

He looked at me closer while i swayed back and worth getting to my feet and a huge smile spread over his face " yo , man , number 27 right ?"

" yeah , " i tried to put a smile on my face but my muscles were entirely too weak at that moment .

" ayy , can i get a autograph ?"

" if , " i started and plopped back down in the seat " you drop me off at my house ."

" no problem ."

I signed his shirt and and he dropped me off in front of the building that i lived in .

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*Lisa-

" here ."

I held pulled a brownie from Marco's fridge , split it in half and gave a half to Demarla and a half to Demarco Jr .

They smiled and plopped down on to the floor in his kitchen happily eating it .

My nerves were shot at this point . What if Marco didn't want to see me or his kids , what if he kicked us out ? No , he'd kick me out before he kicked his kids out .I remember how he used to look at them and the way he'd hold them , the way his eyes lit up when he even spoke about them was pure love . But , i had the be the bitch i was being and change my phone number and move out of the state . For the first couple of weeks i thought i wanted him in their life , i did really and i still do , but then it started to piss me off that he wasn't around and wasn't even making an effort , and i guess i just lost it .

I just moved out the state from my mother's house , with no money and no job . But it all worked out for the best . I got a job and got a little apartment with the kids and that's where i've been ever since . But the kids were getting old enough to where they could say daddy , and i knew if he asn't in their life by the time they could fully talk they'd be asking where he was .

And not only that but i was missing Marco like crazy . It broke my heart to leave him , but i had to let him know that he wouldn't just put his hands on me and get away with it . I sometimes think i went a little too far .

Meisha got in touch with me a few weeks ago through my mom and she was telling me about Marco and how he was changing and doing what he needed to do . I was proud of him and that was all there was to it . So i moved back in with my mom and a few weeks later , here i am : just hoping and praying Marco will except our family with open arms .

I heard the front door open and close and Meisha put her head into the kitchen and whispered " he's here ," then she disappeared down the hallway .

I felt my palms get sweaty and my head start to spin .

There were so many what-ifs running through my head that i coudn't even focus on one at a time . My heart was racing , jumping against my chest like it would fly out at any moment . My breathing sped up .

Lord please don't let me hyperventilate .

But it was way too late . Before i could do anything about it my body was crashing to the floor and my world went black .

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Publication Date: 08-07-2011

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