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else today, old man?” I roll the muscles in my neck. He always knows how to make them tense.
                  “Look at me when you are speaking to me.”
                  I look up to the crystal blue sky, asking for some peace to come over me before I look at him. I don’t have enough drugs in me to deal with him. I blow out a long breath. Lazily, I turn around hoping to shut him up and get him to leave me the hell alone.
                  “What can I do for you, Mister James?” I say, with a steady voice. He walks right up to me so we are nose to nose.
                  “Don’t think that I won’t fire your ass! Some of the guys are telling me that you are drinking on the job and I will not tolerate it, Fenton.”
                  Before I can stop myself, I roll my eyes. I know he is going to explode because he hates that shit.  I don’t mean to get him all fired up. Well…who am I kidding, yes I do.
                  “Is that why you have a brunette Barbie out here? Is she replacing me? I do this job better than anyone, so go ahead and fire me. But have fun replacing me.” I turn back around and try to pick up where I left off, knowing that it isn’t going to happen. I hear him stalk off and kick something on his way. He knows that I am right but he will never admit to it.
                  Even though I have worked for this company for ten years he just recently promoted me to crew foreman. Even if he does hire her, I know she won’t be taking my position. I am sure she will be sitting in her plush little office, drawing out her cute little plans and trying to tell me how to make them. Fuck that!
                  I take a walk to my truck as I need take the edge off. I feel as though I am on a precipice at all times and when he is around, he aims to push me over. I reach for my bottle from under the seat only to remember that it is gone. I feel myself begin to panic. My grip tightens on the seat of my truck and I close my eyes. Come on Danny, help me through this buddy. You know Frank hates me, and I can’t say that I blame him but please just give me strength to get through the day.
                  I blow out a deep breath but this is getting me nowhere. I crack my knuckles, shut my truck door and head back to the site. As I am walking back, I see him out of the corner of my eye. I see his smile. A victorious smile and I just want to break his fucking jaw. I find my jug of water and chug it. After the cold water cools me down a little, I pour the rest over my head. I have to figure out how to push away all these malicious thoughts and get back to work.

 
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                  Half way through my workday and I have to leave. I feel myself starting to lose control again and I cannot let anyone see this side of me. I still see him laughing at me and I can smell the coffee on his breath. Hearing the contempt in his voice when he was asking about my drinking brought out the rage in me. I can make it through most days but some I just have to get away. He brings out the worst part of me and I hate him for it.
                  I climb into my truck and take a breath. I feel my body ease the further away I get from him. I fucking hate losing control. Even worse, I hate someone watching me.
                  As soon as I get to the house, I head for my gym. I need to get rid of some of this anger and nothing is better for that than the bag. I change into shorts and take my shirt off. I put on my gloves, turn the volume up on the music and begin.
                  Sweat filled tears begin falling down my cheeks as I pound away at the bag. Although I can feel my body begin to burn from the rigorous workout, I can’t hit the bag hard enough or fast enough to soothe the ache inside.
    One hit…two hits… I see his small face, filled with anguish as I stand and do nothing.