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felt good getting everything out.
    “So, you’re saying that Rich killed his brother?”
    “Yes.”
    “What happened with your daughter?”
    “I don’t have a daughter! You’re trying to trick me. I told yu it’s all Rich’s fault. He cheated on me for years. He messed up my life. He was the reason why I started messing with Carlos in the first place!”
    Dr. Ju could tell that I didn’t want to talk about Carlie anymore, so she decided to keep the focus on Rich. We talked about his constant cheating for what seemed like hours, but when we got to the warehouse situation I froze. Anytime I went back to that place, it made me feel like I’d fallen inside of a dark hole. As I relived me getting raped, along with what I’d done to Denie in the same place, Denie walked in. I couldn’t even finish telling Dr. Ju what happened.
    “I know damn well you people ain’t thinking about letting this looney bin bitch out of here. I came to let you know firsthand that she’s crazy!” Denie yelled.
    “Who the hell let you in here Denie?” I screamed, then lunged at her. She wasn’t about to mess up my chances for freedom.
    As my fists made contact with each section of her face, I was determined to make her ass pay for trying to kill me. I owed her this beat down.
    “Look at my neck! You did this shit to me,” I shouted in a fit of rage.
    “Lisa, stop!” Dr. Ju screamed as she shielded herself. “I’m not Denie!”
    All of a sudden the office was filled with three male hospital orderlies dressed in all white uniforms. Moments later, another nurse came in and stuck something in my arm. I never had a chance to react before there was an instant cold rush in my veins and I passed out.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5 Rich
     
    In exactly two days, I’d managed to go through the entire twenty g’s that I’d taken from Marisol. Not that it was hard, since it was short change to begin wit’. Even before Juan died my money was fucked up, but even more so after findin’ out my son was an informant. I’d been chillin’ tryin’ to get off of the Feds radar, so goin’ back to street narcotics wasn’t an option at the momemt. Now, I had to think of other ways to get dough. Wit’ Lisa in the crazy house, there was nothin’ stoppin’ me from breakin’ into her house in order to work on my next plan. The answer to all my problems was in my old home, and there was nothin’ anyone was goin’ to do to stop me. Not even that nosey, worrisome-ass mother of hers.
    Since Lisa’s mother and I had admitted her into Saint Elizabeth a few months ago we had to keep contact, but it still didn’t stop us from our constant bickerin’. The reason for me callin’ my ex-mother-in-law once Lisa was damn near poisoned to death was to make sure Lisa had someone to take care of her. I knew Lisa’s ass was gonna be unstable after that shit, so what better person to take on that problem than her own mother. But sometimes I wondered if it was a mistake involvin’ her. The bitch seemed more interested in how much money Lisa got from me, and livin’ in some shit that wasn’t hers, then actually takin’ care of her daughter.
    As I drove down Military Road, the more upset I got. Just because I’d chosen the wrong bitch as my wife, all the money I’d spent over the years to live comfortably and enjoy life was now gone. My life was a mess. The thought of Lisa made my blood boil. When I got to the street I once called my own, suddenly I felt a rush.
    Parkin’ around back to go unnoticed, I thought of the best way to enter the house. Then it clicked, the basement . The bathroom window near the gym was the best place to go in undetected and was the easiest to repair later. After scopin’ out the house to make sure Lisa’s mother wasn’t there, I picked up a small brick, broke the window, and made my way inside.
    This is some bullshit breakin’ into my own fuckin’ spot , I thought