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something. I really didn’t care, but I found it strange that she called my husband and after I confronted her yesterday, she didn’t show up for work today. I didn’t know what was going on but I was sure as hell going to ask Michael when I got home. I pull into the driveway and seen Michael’s car parked. I walked in the house and Michael is sitting at the table reading over some mail. I look at him and waited to see if he would make eye contact with me.
    “You know Melanie didn’t show up for work today ,” I said hoping his body language would tell me something but he didn’t even budge.
    Making sure he heard me I repeated, “Melanie didn’t show up for work.”
    He finally looked at me and shook his head.
    “So what do you expect me to say or do about it Tiff?” he asked with an attitude.
    “I just thought you would like to know that piece of information since y’all talk on the phone,” I said sarcastically.
    He rolled his eyes and dismissed himself from the kitchen table.                                                                                                                                                   
    Although I was having trouble sleeping, I decided to go to bed early. Michael was still sleeping on the couch. Maybe if I hadn’t pissed him off earlier, he would’ve slept in the bed with me tonight. As I’m getting ready to close my eyes, my phone buzzed. I grab my phone from the night stand and it says unknown caller. I knew that it would be a matter of time before this shit started happening to me again. I didn’t even answer or reject the call. I figured if I let it ring through, then maybe they’ll think I’m sleep. I put my phone back on the night stand and it buzzed again and I still didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to give this person the satisfaction of hearing my voice anymore. I put my phone on silent and turned over.
    The sun was beaming so loud through my window curtains that it woke me up. I reach for my phone and I had 27 missed calls. ‘ You gotta be kidding me,’ I thought to myself. All of those calls were unknown. I took a deep breath and tried not to get pissed off. This shit was ridiculous. Why me? Who the hell would dislike me this much to play on my phone, and who the hell had that much time on their hands I wondered as I got dressed for work. I went downstairs to make coffee and there was no sight of Michael. I grabbed my keys and purse and headed out the door.  As I’m walking towards my car, it looks a little different. I get closer and my jaw dropped.
    “OH HELL NO, ” I yelled.
    Somebody key my damn Mercedes. I immediately called Draya.
    “Hello Draya. I’m going to be running late for work. I need you to type up a few of my contracts until I get there,” I hung up and jumped in my car and drove to the police station.
    I’m driving full speed , almost running every stop light. My head started pounding and my heart was beating twice as fast. I finally pull into the police station leaving my phone and purse in the car. I walked to the front desk damn near in tears. The Clerk could tell I was distraught.
    She looked at me with concern and asked , “Can I help you ma’am?”
    With a tremble in my voice I responded, “Yes, my name is Tiffany Moore and I would like to file a complaint. Someone keyed my car.”
    She looked at me with no expression and asked , “Well do you know who keyed your car?”
    I was starting to get frustrated all over again.
    “If I knew who keyed my car, they would be in jail already,” I replied sarcastically.
    She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
    “Ma’am it’s not much that can be done. You don’t know who keyed your car and I’m sure you have no witnesses.”
    I was so pissed; I gave her the coldest look and stormed out of the police station. When I got to my car, I