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door. The heat of what seemed to be a million gazes was burning a hole in every part of my body.
    My words were a bunch of empty threats and I knew it. I knew the manager and the teller were only doing their jobs, but I couldn’t control the sheer anger that had grown into a palpable ball inside me. I stomped toward my car and I could feel Eric’s hard glare following me around the car through the windshield. The fallout from coming out of the bank empty handed was one I wasn’t up for. Whenever I couldn’t get Eric what he wanted, it was never a good outcome.
    “What the fuck happened?” Eric asked before I could fully put my ass into the passenger seat of my car.
    I just busted out crying as I slammed the door. I thought maybe my tears would soften the blow of what I was about to tell him. I thought maybe, just maybe, he would feel the least bit of sympathy for me.
    “My fucking father froze my account! They wouldn’t even let me get a dollar out of it! They said he took my name off, froze the money, and plans on liquidating it and closing it all together!” I relayed through tears. I covered my face with my hands.
    “What the fuck am I supposed to do now, Megan?” Eric screamed, totally unsympathetic. I moved my hands from my eyes and looked over at him like he was crazy. No apology, no sympathy or empathy from Eric, just pure selfishness coming from his ass. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and startled me.
    I jumped and looked over at him. “Eric! Did you hear what I said? My father cut off my money! I don’t fucking know what you’re supposed to do!” I barked at him. My head was spinning. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see my father and beg for mercy. I wanted to say sorry, but I knew that wouldn’t work at this point. I was feeling a nauseating rush of mixed emotions.
    Eric started rubbing his chin like he was in deep thought. “What about your credit cards? Can you get a cash advance off those?” Eric asked frantically, like he had come up with the next great idea or invention.
    I was shaking my head from left to right. I couldn’t believe him. “I can try,” I mumbled, defeated.
    Eric wasn’t going to let this slide. He would hound me until he got what he wanted. “How much can you get from each card?” he asked.
    My shoulders slumped in defeat and I just threw my hands up “I don’t know.... I’ve never had to take a cash advance from a credit card,” I said honestly. I had never been in this position before. No cash on hand and no access to any. It was a new low for me.
    Eric whipped the car from in front of the bank. “Call your credit cards and find out—now,” he demanded.
    I called the customer service lines for all ten of the credit cards I had in my wallet and once again I was defeated. My father had closed every single credit card account that I had. I don’t think anything except a dagger to the heart could’ve hurt more than finding out that my father had actually cut me off. I didn’t think it could get any worse.
    “Eric, I need to go home. I need to see my father and talk to him in person. I have to do it alone,” I cried. I dropped Eric off back in his hood and drove straight home. I needed for my father to tell me in person that he had definitely cut me off for good.
    I raced into the house and straight to my father’s office. I was frantic. He wasn’t there. I went to the main living room and that is where I found him and my mother. They were sitting together sipping champagne as if they didn’t have a care in the world. Neither of them looked like they had a problem with cutting me off, nor did they appear as if they were waiting for me. I knew I looked bad so I stopped walking fast when I noticed them and I used my hands to try and smooth back my hair and make sure my face was clean. I licked my ashy lips and continued to try and spruce myself up as I walked into the living room slowly. I was trying to will myself to remain calm. I kept telling