My head was throbbing. I couldn't even sit up without feeling like my skull was going to crack open. Using my hand to hold back the dim light, I sat up on the edge of what seemed to be a little bed. It smelled faintly of Febreeze and incense. Where the hell was I?

"How are you feeling?" The voice seemed to come from nowhere.

"Who are you?' I asked groggily. I was starting to panic, being almost out of my mind and in the care of a stranger I could not see. I tried to clear my blurry eyes.

"It's me. Mr Bartender."

Before I could respond, my throat starting burning and the contents of my stomach spewed out onto the floor. Feeling completely horrible and incredibly embarassed, I tried standing. My legs were a little wobbly but once Mr. Bartender rushed over to keep me on my feet.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

He huffed and puffed and he carried me over to a huge recliner and sat me down. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to a sink in the tiny room and ran some water in a bucket. After getting enough, he tossed over my mess and continued to do so until it all disappeared down a drain in the floor. He grabbed some bleach and began to scrub down the area. I watched him working, wondering what this stranger had in mind.

"What happened to my cab?" I asked suddenly suspicious.

"I called for about two hours. No cab showed up. I figured you'd be out for while. So I brought you back here. Sometimes I have to stay because I'm so tired after work."

I glared at him, knowing that he was just like Sean, out for what he could get from anyone who was willing to give it.

"Why you looking at me like that?"

I just sucked my teeth and continued glaring at him. In my hazy vision, he looked like Sean. "You know why."

He sighed. "Unbelievable! I go outta my way to help you out and you looking at me like I did something to you. Is anything missing of yours? Do you feel like you've been violated? Gosh, at least say thank you."

Feeling quesy and quite ashamed, I looked away. "I'm sorry. But I just broke up with my boyfriend. I found out he was cheating and then I just saw him and bow it's like it's happening all over again. And right now every man looks like him."

Mr. Bartender stood up straight and walked closer to me. I could feel the heat coming off his body. Eagar to get out with no bodily harm I backed up a little. "Look lady, I don't know you and I don't know you're boyfriend. All I know is that you come in here drinking and looking all crazy and then you pass out in my bar. I didn't ask for any of this. And another thing, if you give a man that much power that you see him and fall apart, you not as tough as you trying to make yourself."

I stood there, watching his long locs roll off and onto his brown shoulders. His muscles peeked through his beater and his jeans hung off his waist. His veins were poking out of his neck and he looked completely fed up with me.

"I don't need this from you. You're just a bartender. I'm not ordering any drinks so drop the convo." I was feeling mighty hurt by whathe just said.

"Oh boo hoo lady. I'm so sick of you snotty little girls coming in here after you get your feelings hurt, wanting the world to feel sorry for you. But you gonna find yourself crying many rivers because nobody cares. And for your info, I'm not just a bartender, I own it. Now get out."

Rolling my eyes, I stormed towards the exit. As I opened the door and walked out into the crisp early morning air, I cried. Sean had really done a number on me. Why was this man affecting me like this? I had loved him so much. And he took that for granted. The more I thought about it the more pissed I became.

The bartender was right though. I needed to expunge Sean out of my system because his poison was beginning to ruin my life. I vowed revenge on Sean because what's better than seeing him suffer too. Seeing a cab at the corner I jogged quickly to it got it. He was in for one hell of a ride.