It’s been two years since the police saved me from you. Or saved you from me. You will never know this, but when they took me to the battered women’s shelter, and made sure you stayed away from the house while they escorted me through town, you were in danger, not me. I was going to kill you when you came home on your lunch break if you put your hands on me again. I still think about how I could kill you and get away with it. I saw you the other day in town and panicked all over again. You are only capable of evil, and i know there’s some girl you are holding hostage just as you did me for two months. I feel that if i kill you, it will be justified.
