Chapter 13

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Once again, we were communicating. I would spend some there over the next few days, staying the night a time or two. We were sharing my car. Had I not had a car I doubt we’d be talking. I doubt she would have even reached out to me in the hospital.

I would spend hours in the back room with Apollo just holding him and feeding him. I was intentionally being segregated from her daughter as the court case involving her daughter and her daughter’s father was going on where REDACTED was accusing the father of molestation. The judge told REDACTED to try to keep the daughter in a bubble.

There was one night, just a few after I was released from the hospital, I stayed the night at my home and she had my car. The agreement was for me to get my car back the next morning,

Little did I know she had stayed up drinking. Later in the morning I began texting her asking if I could come get my car. I call her a few times, no reply. Her sister was there and I get her permission to come there.

It’s about a mile away so I start walking there. I needed my car if I had any hopes of making any money.

I get there and I begin knocking at the back door. Her sister won’t open the door. I’m not sure what is going on.

I start to hear screaming. It was REDACTED. I’m hearing things along the of “WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE!!”

“HES BEEN BLOWING ME UP ALL MORNING!”

I calmly try to explain that I need my car.

Then she continuously screams “GO HOME!!”

I’m feeling panicked at this point. I need my car, but if she calls the cops, I’m the one going to jail unfortunately.

Eventually she comes out and continues to scream at me. She asks me how I got there and I reply that I walked.

Then with complete vitriol she says “You need to go back to the hospital.”

I turn around and start walking back to my apartment.

I’m crying and every anxious tick I have was on full display. I was scratching at my arms, aggressively running my hands through my hair and smacking my forehead with the bottom of my palm.

I was powerless.

I get about halfway down the block and I hear REDACTED yelling my name.

I go back. She yells at me some more, but at least she throws my keys at me. She tells me I better return the car that evening.

This wouldn’t be the last time she stole my car. One time I was taunted by her doing a color guard routine on my car.

I had no intention of going back. It wasn’t long before I got a job at UPS helping me get back on my feet.