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position.
    “You alright, Cyrus?” It was Nicholas
DeAngelo.
    “Yeah man, I’m good,” but I wasn’t, I was
fucked up, my head hurt, and I wanted a fucking do over, like
now.
    Nicholas gave me a ride home and I
crashed.
    ~
    It was afternoon before I woke up with a
pounding headache. Jase was pacing at the end of my bed and each
step he took felt like a kick in the head, “Could you quiet the
fuck down, Jase?”
    “You wanna tell me just what the fuck is
going on?!”
    “You wanna quiet down for fuck sake bro?” I
pulled the pillow over my head hoping his ass would disappear.
    He stopped pacing and I slowly sat up,
“Jase, I’m only going to say this once, cause the shit has only
happened once and it will never fucking happen again.” Jase was
standing with his hands on his hips like Mamma Joe and I wanted to
laugh but I didn’t, “I think some really bad shit is going on
that,” I paused for dramatic effect and looked up at him, “I’m
pretty sure I have a gang of Latino Leprechauns after me, man.”
    Jase turned red, “This shit’s not funny, the
shop was vandalized and you got jumped, Cyrus! You wanna tell me
what the hell is going on?”
    “Birdie.”
    “What the fuck is Birdie?”
    “Carly’s stripper friend, so don’t act all
fucking high and mighty with me!”
    “Tara?”
    “Yeah, you pierced her tits, Carly went to a
strip club, I throw out a fucking dirt bag pusher, Rico gave her a
tattoo and the shop and my head got the shit end of the deal. So
don’t come in here all fucking…”
    “Did you fuck her?”
    “No I didn’t fuck her, damn Jase.”
    “Let me rephrase that, have you seen her
since?”
    “Once, briefly.” He looked at me so I just
let it out told him the whole damn story, I was a perfect
gentleman.
    “Get dressed, we’re going to find out what
his deal is.”
    “No man we are not. Zandor and I will
go, when he gets back,” he glared at me, “Don’t fucking play badass
with me, you’re Little Bells Dad.” He looked away, “Besides your
fucking pussy whipped, and I need someone who actually has their
own set of balls standing next to me.”
    “Eat shit-- I’m going.”
    “Then we go together, the three of us Jase.
You cool with that?”
    “Yeah, just fucking hang low until then. You
scared the fuck out of me last night.”
    “See what I mean? You’re going soft,
Jase.”

 
    All Better Now
     
    After two days: I was hungry, tired, and
broke. My phone’s battery was dead and I had no more options so I
walked ten miles back to the apartment. It was dark, and I knew my
roommates would all be at work or at a party celebrating Labor
Day.
    The first thing I did was take a shower, and
it hurt. I washed everywhere except the very tender area that Tony
had pulled the piercing out of when he brought one of the things I
feared the most in life. Pulling antibiotic ointment out of the
medicine cabinet I wondered if it was too late to try to stop an
infection. I wrapped myself in a towel and brushed my teeth as I
looked at my eye that was still bruised.
    After I dressed, I looked in the
refrigerator for something to eat. I knew not to stuff myself after
eating just two small meals since that night. I drank a glass of
milk and made some toast: it tasted so good.
    I went into my room and looked at my bed,
someone had slept here, but I didn’t care. I still had one blanket,
two sheets, three pillows, four books under my bed, five pairs of
underwear, six bras, seven dresses, eight pairs of shorts, nine
shirts, and ten pairs of socks, which was more than I had ever had
in my entire life.
    I put on my pajamas and flipped the pillows,
laid my head down and promised myself that I wouldn’t hide, I would
be safe here, I will be safe.
    I woke when I heard someone crying. I turned
slowly over in the bed and saw Tony sitting on his knees beside me,
he looked like hell. His eyes were red and puffy and when he looked
up at me he whispered, “Please forgive me, Tara.”
    I didn’t