I flop down on the bed, too exhausted to care.
Me (to Alice):
I called my friend in NZ who is a cop at work on duty and she was like ‘wtffffff?!’
I glance over at the door and notice Timmy has left it ajar. I look around, and there’s no sign of Sabre.
For fuck’s sake.
Me:
For the love of god.
He found him.
I had to bring him back.
Then he just let him out again.
Panicked, I run out the front door, but there’s no sign of him.
On instinct, I head back into the apartment and check the back room. I let out a sigh of relief as Sabre’s eyes glow at me from the far corner, large and round.
He’s done with this shit, too.
Alice:
DID YOU FIND YOUR CAT?
Fuck him, did you find your CAT!????
Fuck him for treating you like shit after a potential miscarriage he caused.
Alice had speculated that it wasn’t an ordinary period, and she may have been right.
Me:
Yes, I found him. The second time even Sabre had had enough and was hiding in the back room.
My phone buzzes. It’s his brother:
Timmy’s brother:
He’s a dick. I don’t know why you put up with him.
I sigh.Ain’t that the truth.At this point, neither do I.
Alice:
Ugh. What’s his fucking problem?
I mean… I know what it is.
He’s outright being mean to you.
When he returns, he immediately heads to the bathroom to rinse off, and he’s in there for a while. When he emerges, it’s with a freshly altered—and horrifying—facial hair situation.
“Um, why did you do that?” I ask.