We were dirt poor. Simple as that.

We had five people living in a two bedroom house. It was cluttered, nasty, and loud. My mom had parties almost every other night. I had just started a new job at the local convenient store and I needed rest. Thankfully tonight I was going to Roger’s to stay the night. Roger was my boyfriend of one year and two months.

Lately, Roger hadn’t been acting right. He had been getting irritated over the smallest things and I was afraid it was going to cause problems with our relationship. Even though I know we had a lot going on in our lives, I was so anxious and happy to get to see him tonight.

Driving over to see Roger, I was thinking about a lot of things in my life. Like for instance how to kill my mom’s boyfriend, Jeff. He couldn’t keep his hand off me and he robbed my mother blind and she either was too dumb to see it or was just turning a blind eye. What that woman would do to get laid amazed me.

I turned into Roger’s drive, parked, got my things, and went to the door. It was locked. I knew where the key was so I put my things down and raised up the mat and found the key. I went inside, sat my things down, returned the spare key, and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. I needed to relax.

I thought I heard something but when I got to the living room, the TV was on so I guessed that was what I heard. I sat down and opened my Corona and it was cold sliding down my throat. I watched Dr. Oz for a few minutes while I drank my beer and then got up to go find Roger. Most afternoons he was outside in the garage working on one of his vehicles.

I went out back, searched for him, he wasn’t there. I went back in and walked back to the bedroom and opened it and all I could see was naked Roger lying on his back with naked Rachel the skank on top of him. They scrambled soon as they saw me come in.

What the fuck was I about to do?

I picked up a vase and hurled it at Rachel. It hit her square on the shoulder and busted. Roger was coming at me, stopping me.

“Lana, I can explain.”

“Sure you can, bastard! They can all explain when they get caught can’t they? No good mother fuckers.”

“And you, Rachel, you better get the fuck out of here before I beat the shit out of you.”

I was crying. Roger was telling me he loved only me but he wanted other girls in our relationship and we had talked about it.