Where I Wanna Be

Baby, bye

August hasn't been around me for more than thiry minutes in one week. I'm used to not seeing him every day. It's like we're slowing breaking up.

Right now I'm at this bar by my house trying to clear my mind. I order some shots of bourbon as I try to not think about August playing happy family with Tea and leaving me behind. I look around as someone walks in. it's Camille. The last time I'd seen her was when she was in my house talking about stay away from Nando. I tun back towards my empty shot glasses. I hear her sit on the stool next to me, but I keep looking at the baseball game on the t.v.

"So you went from pouring the drinks to buying them? I'd say you were coming up in life but I know you ain't," Camille says.

I ignore her. I don't have time for ignorant people.

"I saw you in that magazine. Both of them. You chewed, girl. I don't know why they took your picture. Did you know the camera adds 10 pounds? For the life of me I couldn't figure out how many were on you," she leeches, hoping to get to me, but it's not working.

I used to struggle with my weight, but I lost a lot of it. I now weigh 130 pounds, not skinny but I'm not trying to be pencil thin anyway.

"What you want?" I ask calmly.

"I just wanted to see how my old friend was doing. I told you to stay away from Nando, you didn't. Then you took your cousin's man, that's low down and dirty. It feels good to see you suffer because you never gave a f*ck about nobody but yourself," Camille exclaims.

I stare at her for a minute. "Are you done?"

"All I ever tried to be was a friend to you but when August came around you forgot about me," she says with real tears in her eyes.

I shake my head and order some tequila.

"See, too busy focusing on your own pain to give a damn about mine. You was the only friend- only family I had but you left me.," she wipes her eyes and steadies her breathing as I take a sip of my tequila, "it's alright, it's okay because it ain't over. You think this is hurts now. You'll see, you'll see," she says grabbing her purse and steeping down from the bar stool and leaving.

I notice everybody was watching. I raised my cup towards the crowd, drank the rest of my tequila, and left. I call a cab to take me home. When I get there, I hear a loud noise in my apartment. I rush upstairs and see the police searching it.

"What the f*ck?" I ask, looking at my house in ruins.

"What are you doing in my house?" I confront one of thepolice officers.

"You own this place?" The officer asks.

I nod my head.

"We have a warrant to search this house for illegal drugs. We have reason to believe there has been drug trafficing here," the officer responds.

"What? No, I don't sell drugs. I just came back home, I don't know why-" I start before another officer interrupts me.

"Hey, Taylor, I found something,"

I walk over to my kitchen where the other officer called from and see a hole in my wall but more shocking were the bags of cocaine in it. I look in utter disbelief. How did that get in my wall? I wasn't even here for four months.

"Call the FBI. This is there case, not ours," says the officer who called us in the kitchen in the first place.

"Wait, that's not mines. I promise you it's not. I haven't even been here for four months," I explain to the police.