I sigh. My voice is barely above a whisper. “To not be killed by a screwdriver or chainsaw.”
They leave to speak with Timmy. When they return, they tell me he claims to have somewhere local to stay.
I nod numbly, wondering where he’ll end up, and who he’s managed to befriend this time.
Me:
Me:
He threatened to kill me, so I called the cops #escalation
Has seriously lost his nut.
Alice:
JESUS. What happened?
Did they take him?
Me:
I told them not to take him, but I asked them to tell him to leave me alone.
Alice:
Okay, but that’s seriously dangerous. Especially considering he’s been violent in the past.
Me:
I know.
A few hours later, I hear the telltale sound of the back room door creaking open. Timmy must have snuck in while I had my headphones on. He’s staying out of my way, at least for now.
Me:
He appeared briefly. Has been hiding locked in the back room.
Alice:
Good, because that was extremely scary.
I don’t know, friend. This is freaking me out.
I don’t like that you’re in the same place as someone who’s actively hurt you, and who’s actively made threats.
Me:
Yeah, it’s not ideal. I have to go pick up shoes and go to a job interview, so at least I’ll be away from him and out of the house for a while.
Alice:
Good. Please stay away from him.
My ex was never violent. But when he got an idea in his head when he was like this, there was no way of knowing how serious he was.
Me:
I hear you. And dickface has all my interview clothes in the back room. And he’s locked himself in there.