PILLS ANS PORTION

BRAD

I have been counting the seconds to this moment.

This very moment when I would have her ALONE, in my house.

I had thought about it and prepared for her all day, everything had to be perfect, I didn't want to screw it up, I wanted to make sure that everything went as planned.

In the morning, I went grocery shopping, I knew how to cook and I knew the perfect meal for us.

Spaghetti and meatballs, she would be so impressed, especially when I used my mum's recipe.

Then I would stop at the corner alley of downtown and meet up with an old friend.

He walked erratically toward my car and slammed it as soon as he entered, his face was pale and his eyes dim. I am sure he was still using drugs, even though he had checked himself countless times in a rehabilitation center to get clean.

But one thing I have learned about addictive old habits, it dies hard.

“Do you have what I want,” I had asked him.

He nodded, and glanced out the window and also at the rearview mirror, “Relax, I checked i