My mom and I opened my mail together every single day, and yesterday, I’d gotten a forwarded check in the mail for Joseph.
I’d thought about ignoring it, but instead sent him a text that let him know that I had it, and I would forward it to him.
He’d apparently ignored that and decided to show up.
God, couldn’t he fucking listen?
“Stay here, and I’ll go get it,” I said as I tried to close the door.
My mistake, I expected him to actually respect my boundaries.
Turns out, I was stupid.
He pushed the door open and caused me to stumble backward. Using my confusion, he pushed past me and marched into my apartment.
“What are you doing?” I yelled. “Get out!”
“Sorry,” he said as he disappeared farther into my apartment. “No can do. This is a big check, and I need it.”
“I said I would get it!” I cried out. “Now get out right now.”
He ignored me and kept walking.
I could hear his stupid loafer-covered feet walking deeper and deeper into the apartment.
I reached for my phone and had 911 dialed in before I heard him say, “Got it.”
I waited for him to come back, but his feet only went a little farther on. “Nice place.”
“I’m not joking right now, Joseph,” I said with practical steam coming out of my ears. “Either get out, or I’m calling the cops.”
He was just suddenly there, plucking the phone out of my hand.
I angrily brandished my walking stick and swung.
It connected with him, and he roared.
“What the fuck was that for?” he yelled.
“Get out!” I screamed.
“Is there a problem here?” I heard from my left.
The front door was likely still wide open.
“No, I was just leaving,” Joseph snarled and slammed the door closed.
I let out a relieved breath, then made my way back to the door before flipping the lock.
Goddammit.
I couldn’t stand him.
Why did he have to move here?
And why could he not realize that I wanted nothing to do with him?
Angry at myself and the situation for what had just happened, I made my way to the first available surface and felt around, luckily finding my phone on the counter where Joseph had placed it.