The next day, the smell that woke me up from my intensely deep sleep felt unreal because it was wonderful. I could tell that it was food but there was no way that it was coming from my kitchen because the only other person that could be in there was Kendra and she doesn't know how to cook. Right?
I got off my bed and went to look. What I saw was truly the most shocking thing that ever happened to me.
"Ken, what are you doing in here?" I asked drowsily, almost completely certain that I was dreaming.
"What does it look like, sleepyhead? I'm making you some breakfast," She said cheekily.
"When did you learn how to cook because all of this smells amazing?" I took a seat on one of the kitchen stools.
"I've always known how to cook, Cher, I just don't like doing it," She answered.
"Then, why are you doing it now?"
"Consider it a peace offering. My little way of saying sorry about Lardon last night,"
She placed a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs in front of me and I just couldn't believe my damn eyes. It smelled good and it looked good also; I just couldn't believe it.
"Go on! Dig in," Ken said with a weird smile on her face and that's when I knew that she was up to something.
I wanted to call her out and ask what it was that she really wanted but I was too hungry to do that and the food smelled too damn good. I grabbed a fork and dug into that plate with so much commitment, you'd think I was starving.
"It's good, right?" Ken asked and leaned in closer.
"It's great! Now, spit it out. What do you want?" I finally caved.
"What?!" Kendra pulled back and began laughing nervously, "I just made you some breakfast. What makes you think that I want anything?"
I stared at her without blinking for about ten seconds and that weak shit broke like the weak shit that she was.
"Fine! If you must know, I would like your help concerning a little something,"
"And what's that?" I asked with a mouth full of bacon.
"Two hundred dollars," She said and held out my purse.
"What are you doing with my purse?" I asked and snatched it out of her hands.
"I checked in on you last night while you were asleep and I noticed that it was a little open and so, I helped you close it and during the process, I saw the money. I take it you had a very good night at the office," She flexed her brows at me.
"Yes, I had a good night and my purse was not a little open. What do you even need two hundred dollars for?" I asked.
"It's not for drugs, okay. Well, technically it is but it's for the drugs that I've already used. My dealer's been asking for me to pay what I owe and he's getting a little too on edge and I want to settle him so things don't get messy," Kendra said.
"Fine," I said, even surprising myself, "I'll give you the money so you can pay off your debt but God so help you, Ken, if you get more drugs on credit, I'm not going to bail you out again, girl. I'm serious Ken, you've got to quit that stuff,"
"I will, I promise and thank you so much,"
I took out the wad from my purse and gave her two hundred dollars. Ken excitedly took the money and hugged me like I had just saved her life or something.
"You enjoy your food and I'm going to go take a shower so I can get out of here," She said.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth really hard. You've got dick-breath," I teased her as she went into the bathroom.
I went back to eating my breakfast and just as I was about to take another bite, my house phone began to ring. I wondered who was calling me so early in the morning and I walked over to the line in the kitchen and picked up.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, good morning. By any chance, am I speaking with Miss Cherilyn Michaels?" The person on the other end asked me.