I will come to regret the decision of not answering my phone when I pull up in front of my house and see a woman standing outside, screaming her head off. It takes all of two seconds for me to realize it’s the witch. I pull up to the curb to park and end up hitting it because I’m so frantic. My vision is blurring on the sides. How the hell did she find out where we live? And why the hell is she here?
“What the hell are you doing here?” I shout as I get out of my car and rush toward her.
“You! You stupid little prick. How fucking dare you—” She swings at me, but I step back. “You piece of shit, you kidnapped my daughter!” She comes at me again, so I move aside.
“Stop fucking trying to hit me!” I growl at her. “You need to leave before I call the cops.”
“Call them! And I’ll tell them how you stole my child!”
Her eyes are blown wide this time. I don’t know how this woman hasn’t dropped dead yet.
“I didn’t steal anyone,” I hiss. “Get the fuck out of here, Diane. Right the fuck now before you regret it.”
Her eyes widen, and she rears back and slaps me before I can stop her. I react before I can think better of it and grab her. I shove her away, using my weight to push her down the sidewalk. She falls to the ground, screaming like she’s dying.
“Get the fuck out of here!”
She jumps to her feet and whirls on me, coming back to slap me again, but I block it.
All the rage, the hate, the anger… everything I have felt for this woman since I understood what feelings are come to the surface right now. Right this second.
Gritting my teeth, I storm toward her and get right in her face, using my height to intimidate her, and for the first time, she cowers. For the first time, she knows I am not fucking around. It lasts all of two seconds before she starts wailing on me, though. Slaps. Punches. Scrapes. She grabs my shirt, yanking on itviolently. She fights dirty, as dirty as she can, and I do my best to try to get her off me without losing my shit.
I may actually kill her if I do.
I feel the tug on my wrist and hear the metal hit the ground. She goes for the watch she yanked off my wrist, but I shoulder check her to reach for it at the same time.
I don’t know when the cops get there, but they do. They’re right here, arresting us both, because why wouldn’t they?
“My watch! Get my fucking watch!” I shout, trying to turn to go back, but the cop pulls me away.
“Calm the fuck down,” he growls.
“Someone better get my fucking watch!”
I don’t know who called and who said what, but they put me in the car first.
I don’t know what the dumb bitch says, but whatever it is, she screws herself because they put her in another car. I thought they were going to let her go.
I’m panting, my face and arms are burning, and my wrists ache from being in cuffs.
I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm myself down. The door is yanked open.
“What is going on here?” the officer grunts.
I take a deep breath and try to speak politely, but my words shake. I’m so angry, but if I want this guy to let me go, then I need to keep calm.
“I l-live here with my s-sisters. She is m-my mother. Sh-sheattacked me.”
“She said you attacked her.”
I shake my head. “No. I s-stopped her from hitting me. I b-blocked her and def-fended myself. That’s it.”
“She also said you took her kid?”
I grit my teeth and take another breath, letting my head fall back. “I have custody of m-my sister. She’s not h-happy about it.”
“Do you have anything to prove that?”