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what—I don’t even want to know. I could kill you. Just wait until I tell Grim what in the fuck you did. He will kill you for me.”
    “Fuck LL, don’t threaten me. Don’t say shit you don’t really mean. You using again? Is that what’s going on with you? You promised me that once we had the kids you were sober, that you weren’t running up. Is that why you started fucking around on me, so you’d have money to get your fix?” I’ll kill the crazy bitch if she is running needles in her arms after how hard I worked to give her everything.
    “You don’t know shit.” She lays the knife on the counter and I take a step towards her, we have our problems but I care a lot about my wife, she’s the mother of my kids.
    I’ve had my suspicions about her using for a while now, but now I am certain, I can see it in her eyes, they are glossed over and red. And not from drinking, I’ve been around I know the difference. Just great. Motherfucking perfect. I don’t need this shit. I kick the counter beside of her.
    “Don’t take another step, I’ll kill you.” She picks the knife back up from the counter and holds it out in front of her body wielding it like a sword. Bitch has completely lost it. I have never raised a hand to her and she is acting as if I am the devil.
    “Quit acting like a psycho. I admitted what I did can you?” I turn and head back to the living room, going for her purse. If she’s using there will be shit in it.  She doesn’t follow me, unaware of what I am doing.
    Taking her bag off the side table by the couch, I dump the contents out on the coffee table. Bingo, motherfucking syringe. I knew it. Fucking junkie whore . I should have known she wouldn’t stay clean.
    That is why I let the bitch go years ago, she had a bad habit and I wasn’t going to watch her destroy herself. I gave her an ultimatum. She didn’t want me she chose drugs then and it looks like she is choosing them now. I knew when Stone came to me two years ago telling me he thought she was taking on clients again I should have listened. The only reason I can think of for her to do it is so she’d have money for her habits, without me finding out.
    I wanted to believe she had changed after I brought her back from Chicago. When she became pregnant with Jamie, she promised that she was done with her old life and that she would be the best damn mom to him. Things were good for a few years. We had another kid, my daughter Dawn. I knew having two kids was wearing on her. I know LL loves our kids, but now with Miracle in the picture, I think it’s too much for her to handle.
    I start pilfering through her belongings and come across her cell phone, I scroll through her text messages finding dates with clients, and I bet one of these motherfuckers is her supplier. One name keeps showing up more than the others.
    “Who in the fuck is Tony?” I call out. I hear her heavy breathing right behind my ear as she brings the blade of the knife down, cutting my shoulder blade. Damn it all to hell that burns. She didn’t dig it far enough in to do much damage but the bastard is going to need stitches.
    “You stupid bitch!” I swing my arm out in defense hooking her right in the nose with the back of my fist. I didn’t want to hurt her, but fuck, she stabbed me. Mascara is running down her face, the black streaks mixing with the blood coming from her nose.
    “I’m sorry baby,” she has dropped the knife and is looking at me in shock. “I’m so sorry,” she blurts out again. I walk her into the bathroom and turn the shower on. We both get in with our clothes on. I hold her while she cries. When the water has run cold, I help her change into dry clothes. “I need help,” she admits.
    “I know babe, I’m going to do everything I can to get you what you need.” I offer. “I can’t believe you stabbed me.” I laugh at it now but it really isn’t funny, she could have killed me. I climb into to bed with her and hold her in my arms