No Other

Have you ever regretting something so much that you are sitting in your couch eating whole bucket of chocolate ice cream as you cry your eyes out? Well that's exactly what I’m doing. I sat in my living room, and I felt so terrified. I was upset with myself for letting his words get to me, and I regretted even trying to save her cause she didn't really want it.

I thought about how it played out and how I wish I just ignore the argument and let him hit her. But I couldn't, it wasn't in my character to let someone do that to a person. I grew up with parents who were violent to each other, the thought of my parents arguing still makes me cringe because I knew arguing was just the beginning. My dad constantly beat my mom, but she also did the same. Thank god, I live on my own.

Oh fuck, I live on my own. The thought of him breaking into my house to kill me made me cry even more. I was fucking alone, alone in this small apartment. There was nowhere to hide if he came; it was a studio apartment for crying out loud. I needed someone here; I began to think who could possibly be available.

Before I could even think my phone began buzzing, I grabbed the object and put it by my ear. “Hello?” I nearly whispered. What if he was outside? Oh god, I’m being so paranoid.

“Rachael?” My best friend Trinity said wariness in her voice. “Are you okay? Why are you whispering?”

“I…” I trailed off as soon as my eyes were met with a shadow passing the window. What the fuck was that? Oh my god is he outside. Wait, Rachael relax. You’re on the third story, it can't possibly be him.

“Rachael? Are you there?” She asked with worry in her voice.

“Yeah I’m here Trin.” I let out a sigh of relief. I really need to stop being paranoid.

“Okay, cause for a second there I got worried.”

“Yeah I’m just a bit paranoid cause I watched a scary move.” I lied, I didn't really want to tell her because then my fears would be real. It's a possibility that I might be getting slaughtered soon. I shuddered at the thought.

“Oh. Well are you busy?”

“Not really, why?” My eyes glancing at my apartment, making sure there was nothing with me. I stared behind the couch, what if he was behind the couch. There are a few inches from the wall and couch, he could be there.

I quickly bolted to the couch, my eyes looking behind the couch. Relief flooded over me as I sat on it. “Rachael? Hello?”

“Yeah sorry, I had to put the phone down. What were you saying?”

Annoyance was hinted in her voice, “I wanted to know if you wanted to go get dinner with me, I wanted to catch up.”

That would be great; I could finally stop thinking about this. It’s been four days after all, I think if he wanted to do something it would have been done already. Well, hopefully.

“Yeah that sounds great! Where do you want me to meet you?”

“Oh Lucy’s diner around the corner, it has really great burgers, does that work?”

“Okay that sounds good. I will see you in….”

“An hour. You’ll see me in an hour.”

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