Bad Girl

I was sitting on the floor in the corner of my living room, hugging my knees. I was trying to breath normally and not hyperventilate. I glanced up at Brittany standing in the hallway, who was still on the phone with the police. I couldn't hear anything that she was saying to them or what was going on.

I just realized something...

I had been so scared that I didn't realize that the pounding on the door had stopped. I tried to listen for any noises outside, but it was silent.

I slowly crawled my way to the window and carefully peered outside, trying not to cause any attention to myself. I didn't see anyone in the front yard. I didn't see any cars in my driveway or unfamiliar cars parked on my street.

Maybe Farrah had left already? Maybe she realized that she was insane for coming over to my house and pounding on the door like a madwoman. Maybe she left to talk to Taylor, the person she should have talked to before this whole thing.

That was my rational side talking. Then, the irrational side of my brain started to talk.

Maybe she snuck around to the back of the house and was looking for an open window.

Maybe she has a weapon on her and she was planning on really hurting me.

Maybe she wants to kill me!

Maybe she's already in the house right now, just plotting her move! OMG! I'm going to die!

I started to hyperventilate. Brittany came over with a paper bag and a glass of water.

"Hey, hey, hey," she said, softly. She handed me the paper bag and I breathed into it until my breathing became normal. "Calm down, Court. Everything is going to be fine."

"She's going to kill me!" I exclaimed. "She's going to come in the house and kill me!" Brittany gave me a big hug and didn't let me go.

"Ok, calm down, honey," she said to me. "The police are coming." I nodded.

"I'm trying," I said to her.

"She's not going to kill you," Brittany tried to reassure me.

"She could be anywhere here!" I exclaimed. "She could be waiting outside for me with a knife or a gun."

"You've been watching too many cop shows," she said to me, trying to crack a joke. I wasn't laughing.

"I'm serious, Brittany," I said to her.

"I heard her walk away and get into her car," she told me. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Ok, Britt," I said with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, the cops are here," she said, looking out the window. She went to open the door to let them in.

It was only one officer who arrived and it was pretty routine. Officer Novak was really nice and he asked me a bunch of questions, trying to get me to remember exactly what happened. He was really understanding when I had to stop and get a drink of water or started to cry out of nowhere.

I tried relaying what had happened to him as accurately as possible. Things happened so fast that I couldn't remember some of the details.

Officer Novak had to talk to Brittany for a little bit to get her statement since she was the one who called.

Officer Novak came back into the living room.

"Courtney, do you want to press charges?" he asked me.