“I didn’t do anything to you! I am calling the cops so you better get away from me.” He called back through the door. He had no idea that she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. The standoff went on for only a couple minutes until the laughing in her head calmed down. Chelsea, knowing the police were on their way and not wanting to be part a headline involving any of it climbed to her feet. She left the knife where it had fallen. She ran through the front and dropped a hundred dollar bill on the counter snatching her bags.
She threw them into the car and peeled out of the parking lot heading away from the direction of the police station. She was not this kind of a person but she also had no rational explanation for her behavior. She drove home making sure to obey all the speed limits and signals so as not to draw attention to herself. She pulled into the garage and immediately closed the door. Before she even unloaded the food she went inside and closed all of the drapes in every room making the house look empty.
After she was sure it appeared she was not home she put everything away. Chelsea paced in the kitchen. What had come over her back at the butcher? How could she have attacked someone like that? She really felt like she was losing her mind. She looked at the clock over the stove, it was only one fifteen. It was going to a very long day. She couldn’t sleep because he would have more control than he already did so she had to find a way to either distract herself or defeat him. She had no idea how to do it but at least she had gotten way from the butcher shop before the police got there. As she paced though she ignored the fact that in her hurry to escape she had left her fingerprints all over the money as well as the knife.