He’s calling his mom and lying to her now.
Alice:
What an idiot.
He’s a total moron with no boundaries.
Me:
I called 911 but hung up. He said he’s calling them on me, but I’m just sitting here.
He’s saying I scratched him last night, but I didn’t.
Alice:
Yeah, you need to establish your own trail of truth.
He grabs a glass bottle of tequila and, in an effort to open it, presses the knife blade against the middle of it, as if slicing through glass is a normal solution.
It’s so idiotic that I let out a little laugh.
I tell Alice.
Alice:
Yes, I too try to open my bottles with a tissue.
Equally effective.
Me:
I’m so upset, but he’s so dumb it makes me laugh.
Alice:
It sucks, but sometimes that’s what you have to do.
Me:
You get it!
Alice:
Unfortunately, I do.
He sees me typing and tries to grab my laptop from me, but I pull it back.
There’s no fucking way he’s touching my laptop.
“You’re like Carrot Top’s uglier cousin,” he snarls.
It’s such a ridiculous yet hurtful thing to say that I almost laugh.
“You’re a menopausal bitch,” he says as he runs out the door, leaving it open.
Sabre makes his way outside.
“Fuck!”I cry out, with nobody to hear me. “I can’t deal with any of this.”