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“What do you want?”

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“This my fucking house too.”

“You don’t live here anymore.”

“My name still on that motherfucking lease.”

“You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“So go sleep it off wherever the fuck you’ve been sleeping.”

“Open the door, Samantha. I want my shit.”

Something about the way he said my whole name irritated me.

“My children are sleeping.”

“They my kids too.”

“Then stop banging on the fucking door like the police.”

He banged again.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

Serenity started crying.

I shut my eyes.

“You fucking asshole.”

I unlocked the door and snatched it open.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

He pushed past me.

The smell of liquor hit me immediately.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I ain’t that drunk.”

“You smell like somebody poured Hennessy over your fucking head.”

He headed toward the stairs.

I closed and locked the door.

Serenity was still crying upstairs.

“Don’t wake the rest of my fucking kids up.”