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jogging suit. It was my favorite loungewear, and
on a few occasions when Mike had come to visit me I
would have it on. I wondered if he remembered and
that's why he left it for me. But I couldn't dwell on that as
I was now on a mission.
    I put my ear to the door to see if I could hear any
movement or if Mike was guarding the bathroom like he
said. I then bent down on my knees to see if I could get a
peep of his shoes under the bottom opening of the door.
I didn't see anything at first, but then I saw him walking
across the hallway going into the living room I assumed. I
stood up and grabbed the trashcan from behind the toilet.
It was solid stainless steel, exactly what I needed to cause
some damage.
    I bent back down to once again place Mike's movements. This time I didn't see anything. I quietly cracked
the door open and it was clear. I quickly slid out of the
bathroom with the trashcan in tow. I closed the bathroom
door and stood behind the hallway corner out of sight.
My heart was thumping so hard I felt that all of LA could
hear it. I heard some classical music coming from the
living room area and presumed Mike was in there chilling,
although I never figured him to be up on that style of
tunes. But the soothing melody was surprisingly helping
me to relax and my mind to focus a tad bit better. I had
no idea how I was going to get the fuck out of this damn
house.

    As I pondered my next move I heard footsteps and
they were coming in my direction. I leaned my back up
against the wall and didn't even take a breath.
    "Precious, you're still taking a shower?" Mike yelled,
knocking on the bathroom door. I purposely kept the
water running so he could think just that. I didn't have
a watch on but it felt like I had been in the bathroom
for thirty or forty minutes so I was sure by now he was
wondering what the hell was taking me so long. Mike
stood by the door for a few more minutes and then
knocked again. "Something ain't right," I heard him say
as he opened the door.
    Fuck, it's now or never! I leaped around the corner and his
back was to me as he stepped inside the bathroom.
    "Precious, what the hell are you doing in here?"
    As he asked the question out loud, I swung the
trashcan up high. Mike must've felt my presence from
behind because instead of me getting a clear landing on
the back of his head, I caught the side of his face as he
turned towards me. But the power of my blow did some
damage because he stumbled and fell to the floor on his
back. This was my one shot at freedom and I blew wind
sprinting out the bathroom and down the hall. My legs
were striding as if I was competing for an Olympic Gold
Medal. There was no looking back to see who I leaving
in the dust as it was winner take all, and that was gonna
be me...or so I hoped.
    As I continued to strive to reach my destination, it
seemed like I was running down a never ending hallway.
I knew that shit couldn't have been as long as it felt, but
the closer I got to the front exit the further away it seemed to be. My mind was playing crazy tricks on me, so I just
kept running.

    At last I could taste freedom. I was right there. My hand
reached out for the doorknob as I unlocked the top bolt,
and then swung the door open. The sun instantly shined
on me like it did for Ceily in the "Color Purple" as she
ran through the field towards her sister who she hadn't
seen in so long. But there would be no loving embrace
between families like I saw in the movie. Instead, I felt a
sharp excruciating pain and my last thought before I went
unconscious was that I would try to live till I die.

    "I still can't believe Anna's dead," Supreme said as he
poured himself a glass of Remy Martin X111 cognac.
"First my wife disappears, and now Anna is deceased, all
within a week's period of time. I'm beginning to believe
this house is cursed."
    "Supreme, don't do this to yourself. What happened to
Anna was a tragic accident."
    "Tragic is