Fresh Wounds

Silent Night

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I have decided to give yall this lonnggggg chapter. Basically took two and condesned them then put them together. I did this because I LOVEEE that yall are showing support and love by commenting, voting, sharing and adding Fresh Wounds to your library.

*James in the media*

*Chy is short for Chyenne, so Chy is pronounced: "shy")

James

I crack open another beer bottle. Only my sixth one. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't be drinking. Honestly, being drunk is better than being sober, in my own opinion. When you're a drunk, you got less responsibility 'cause niggas don't be expecting nun' good from ya. Being drunk is way better than what reality has in store. Plus I haven't had a chance to hit the liquor store, it's closed now so I might go to the liquor house instead.

Taking a long, refreshing gulp, flashbacks of my terrible day haunt me and my face grows into a scowl. My boss cut one of my best men all for -oh what was it? -somethin' 'bout him violating policy by selling his own products on company property. But shit, not like the nigga was selling heroine. Not even cocaine or weed. It was just Adderall. Prescribed medication from a doctor that helps you focus, is all I see, and the guys at the factory benefited greatly from it. Who gives a shit?

I throw the rest of the bottle back, swallowing the remainder of beer, then toss the empty bottle toward the trash can and watch as it falls in. Kobe. I begin to become irritated from not feeling the beer kick in yet. Wish I had some jack daniels, or even cheap ass ciroc. I grab two more bottles then head into the living room, plopping into my recliner and opening another one. Sipping slowly, my head drifts back into my shitty work day.

My guys replacement was no Bueno and because his ass is gone I'm stuck with damn training. Some idiot shit for brains of a temp that he turned out to be. I mean, why the hell ya hire a temp for a job that requires a license and experience? Don't even fucking ask me.

This stupid rectum, yes rectum, couldn't tell a bulldozer from a crane or a dump truck from a John Deere lawn mower. Fucking ridiculous. He came too close to running me over in that damn forklift. I could have killed him. I finish off my drink then open the second bottle, allowing the cold beverage to soothe me and I begin to relax.

On top of that, some hoe accused me of being the father of her child. She was an old hoe of mine. That was like last year when Chy and I were arguing though. A real cute lil red headed Cuban bitch. Whew. I just had to. But that is besides the point, that bullshit only lasted for a few months. It started when it was warm, so maybe in spring. About March? Yeah, I think it was March. We were sneaking around for about six months including March when it started. We had to break it off at the end of August because she started being really emotional with a nigga. As if she didn't already know I was married, she would just cry and cry outta nowhere. Saying how I never listened and something else, I don't fucking know. I guess she was right about the listening part. I chuckle, thinking to myself. She also would order too much damn food being extra, man I got tired of paying for her shit. How she figure Imma spend more on her than I do on my wife? Now that's just that dumb hoe shit. Love my wife.

Anyways, I didn't even want Chy's little bastard spawns, so why would I want another? Plus, I'm certain it ain't mine anyways. So, yeah. Fuck that.

I may fuck off on Chy from time to time, but so what? I am a man and a man with needs at that. I have a right to fulfill those needs whenever my so called wife decides not to over something stupid. Something like us arguing and fighting. All couples fight and she's lucky to even have someone providing for her the way I do and had to because she was "clinically depressed" or whatever. I don't even know the right terms but something like that. Some bullshit doctors diagnose to get more money out of you, aint shit wrong with her. And it's not like she's caught on to me cheating and she won't.