When he doesn’t get the response he wants, he slams the phone down and starts yelling again.“Stupid fucking pussy cops. Pussy cops that won’t do their fucking job!”He turns to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “Don’ttalk to me.Don’tcome in the back room.Don’ttouch me.”
“Gladly,” I mutter under my breath. I have no interest in doing any of those things.
Instead, I ignore him, and observe as he grabs a hard seltzer from the fridge.
He turns to face me.“I’m fucking pressing charges on you!”he yells, then walks to the back room and slams the door behind him.
A few moments later, he returns from the back room.“I fucking hate you!”he screams, and retreats to the room once again, slamming the door.
A minute later he yells again.“Come into the back room!”
RSVP no to that one.
I continue to ignore him.
Minutes later, he storms back into the living room.
“I’m greasing the wheels to have you arrested,” he says, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
I refuse to engage, avoiding eye contact.
“I fucking hate you,” he growls, and a chill runs through me.
I continue to avoid eye contact and ignore.
He starts muttering unintelligible things under his breath.
I shiver.
How is this my life?
My phone buzzes with another message from an anonymous number:
Anonymous:
He’s cheated on multiple girlfriends.
He’s beaten up several and broken their bones.
Alice:
You NEED to find a way out.
It may involve moving and stranding him there.
Just independently find a way out.
Me:
I will. Luckily, he hasn’t completely eroded my savings yet.
Alice:
Cut him off from every resource he has access to. You’ll need it all.
Me:
I have a ton of items coming in for my PR boxes that will be arriving soon.