Jessi is driving home from work at 10:00am. Her eyes filled with tears because she was just fired from her job. She just had the engine fixed on her car, and school starts for her kids next month. As always, she must make sure they have new uniforms and school supplies. Jessi’s deadbeat ex-husband is always M.I.A, and the sudden loss of employment doesn’t help her precarious situation.
She borrowed money from her mom before, but her mom doesn’t make asking easy. She reminds her of her bad choices in life, and how she will always have her hand out for help if she doesn’t fix her life. Jessi doesn’t have the stomach to hear the speech again. Gas tank on E, 300 dollars in the bank, rent due and her last check is half gone because of vacation time advanced.
Jessi sat in her car, outside her apartment, trying to think of her next step. She leaps out the car and runs in the apartment. She pulls a box from underneath her bed and hurries out the door. A few blocks away, she parks, and stares at a house. She checks her watch. I woman walks out the front door, and drives away. Jessi opens the box and takes out a gun. She hides the gun in her jacket and exits the car. She moves quickly across the street and knocks on the back door.
A scuffy, middle age man opens the door. “What are you doing here?”
Jessi pulls out the gun and points it in his face. “I’m here to collect my child support, asshole.”