I'm in a strange predicament.
After cutting off the axis of idiocy, who abused me the other night, I feel afraid.
Afraid that they will do something more. Something more frightening.
As for what, I don't quite know. Maybe turn up at my front door or send someone on their behalf. Maybe run in to me in the city and hurt me.
Hopefully, they are content with their emotional torture from the other night and will leave me be.
At present, I lock the door of the house when I'm both inside or away from home. I lock the car door as soon as I'm in it.
My heart beats a little faster when I see an old white Camry. I'm jumpy. Usually, I'm pretty blasé about everything. Not now.
I hope this feeling passes soon. The stress is very taxing.