I do not blame you.
But seriously, Phil, he needs to be in a home. Get him one.
The police are ready to come and get him the second he does anything further illegal to me, and I’m sure they cannot wait.
They didn’t like it when he fractured my skull.
Or when he tried to kill me and I forced them to drop the charges.
He said 3 hours ago when he ran off to get a cigarette that he will hurt me if I talk to you, so here I am.
He will come back drunk and try to kill me again.
But keep ignoring.
Justify it.
When he is in prison for first degree murder, I hope you say, ‘Well, Margaux was a real bitch and she deserved it.’
Also, your son has been having sex with me in my sleep, which is rape. I told several friends after it happened, and blatantly asked him to stop the other day, to which he said ‘it was funny’. He has not tried since that time, but thought it was funny to lick my asshole and put his penis in my vagina while I was asleep again, without my permission.
The things I said are all true.
You both? I loved you both the moment I saw you, and I appreciate you making me feel so welcome.
But now I’m just waiting for your son to come back and attack me because of something he made up in his head.
Eventually, I receive a voicemail from Phil.
“I’ll call him in the morning and try to talk some sense into him,” Phil says. “But as for the allegations you made? That doesn’t sound like rape to me.”
I sob.
I’m enraged.
His dad is gaslighting me yet again, defending his son’s sexual assault.
And I feel very, very alone.
CHAPTER 105
APRIL FOOL
MARGAUX
As I text Phil, my hands shake with a combination of fury and resolve. Timmy is still not back—he’s in hiding—and the cops haven’t been able to find him to speak with him.
I’m guessing he’s fled to Matty’s, because he has nowhere else to go.
My message is blunt and pointed—there’s no longer room for diplomacy.
Me:
He’s on the run from the cops.
But one of them is dumb, so he will probably be fine.
If he catches them they might date.