Mr. Novel Petrov

Restraint issues

When I get home my parents aren't home, but a package wrapped in heart Valentine paper is waiting on my front porch. I get out my car and look trying to see if I notice anyone walking around. I go to unlock the door and grab the package. I close the door behind me and examine the package. It's perfectly wrapped and it's a big package as well. As I'm about to I notice who it's from, I filed a restraining order on him three years ago and it expired three days ago. I forgot to try to file another one the other day.

I open the package and it's a big taped up box. I go to grab some scissors when I hear someone knock on the door. I go and look through the peephole and drop the scissors on the ground. He's actually standing at my door after three years he shows up on my steps just to abuse me again. Just to try to force me back in a relationship with him.

The doorknob starts to rattle and go to grab my phone. I call my mom and she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey sweetie how..." Her soft fills my ears calming me down a little bit.

"Mom Deon, is her." I quietly sob." His messing with the doorknob I think he's trying to come in. Mom I'm scared I don't know what to do."

"Okay sweetie calm down." She says." No Steve, Deon is at the house and his messing with doorknob we need to go home now! Sweetie lock yourself in the restroom."

I get off the ground and walk to the restroom just as Deon, starts banging on the door. I close the door and lock it as I try to control my breathing.

"Brielle open the damn door! I just want to talk." He yells.

I slide down to the floor as I try to listen to my moms calming voice. Her soothing voice, that always brought me conform. When I open my eyes and bring myself back to reality I don't hear Deon, anymore and believe that he's not at the door.

I get up and walk back to the living room, I put my phone back on the table and look out our peephole and take a breath when I see he isn't there. I walk back to the box and open it completely and scream when I see what's in it.

"Brielle, what is it?" My mom screams into the phone.

I grab the phone." Mom it's somebody finger with a wedding ring on it in the box." I say hyperventilating." Mom it's a actual fucking finger. What do I do?"

"Don't do anything me and your dad are almost there and your dad is calling the police now." She tells me.

I nod my head like she can see me through the phone, then I go sit on the sofa and stare at the box like the finger is going to come to life.

"And he was trying to break into your home?" The officer questions me twenty minutes later.

"Yes he was banging and playing with the doorknob!" My mom rubs my back trying to comfort me, as my dad paced the room.

"Ok and what's his name?"

"Umm Deon Smith." I tell her.

"Ok thank you!" The cop says as she shakes my hand." You'll get a new restraint order, but if this ever happens again don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you so much." My mom says as she lets the officer out. When she closes the door she comes back to me and wraps me in her arms.

Dad just watches as he still paces the floor, thinking everything over. After this they'll never leave my sight I will never be able to go anywhere by myself.

"I told you I should've handled that little boy when I had the chance." He yells.

"He is still a kid Clarence, he didn't know any better."

"A kid? He is a grown man who has a death wish if he steps foot on my property again."

"Clarence this isn't the time." My mom says." Maybe you should help comfort Brielle, instead about a boy who isn't here." My insists.

"Oh but he was here." My dad testifies." Which means he'll be back, and I'll be ready."

I get off the couch and walk to my room not wanting to hear my parents argue that one person that can and will make me throw up. I close my door and look down to see my cat mocha waiting at my feet. I pick him up and go to sit on my bed. I set him down and let him walk on my bed freely.

"My only best friend." I whisper and he meows back, like he can understand everything I just said.

I lay down on my side and stare at my walls. Mocha comes and snuggles up under my arms. I rub her behind her ears until she is sleep and then I slowly drift to sleep.