Why am I so fuckin nervous? Oh yeah, I'm on my way to my brother Patrick's house & may I add that I haven't talked to him in 2 fucking years? As I drive past the familiar roads do Chicago memories start coming back on when I left, & the good times before. I finally find the house I'm looking for and stop and park in front. ''He won't give a fuck if I park here" I thought. But I don't get out of the car immediately, I wait & think about what I should say. "Fuck it, & fuck him" I finally get out of the car & run up the steps but then , I stop. " Don't be a pussy Nicole, you have to go fucking through with this." I rang the door bell. " Can't back out now." Someone opens the door, it's Abby & Madlyn (or Maddy) his wife & daughter.
"Nicole? Oh my god!," She hugged me super tight but, not enough to hurt my niece. " It's so nice to see you but, Pat's going to be pissed off." " I prepped myself for his wrath, I grew up with him, I know he is." " I'll show you
where he is but, he has some guys from the team over." She said leading me to the basement.
"That's fine." " Wait here first." She said going down all the stairs. "What the fuck am I doing?!" I acactually thought. " go down there" Abby said comin back up. " I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." & with that she left me standing at the top of the stairs. "Here goes nothing." I thought then walked down the stairs waiting for the hell I was about to go through.