“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.
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