Fight or Flight

Chapter 5: how NOT to get a restraining order

Im sooooo sorry! I havn't posted in the longest time! Dont hate me, Im just really unmotivated to write resently! I also kind of hate the cover and want to change it...I don't want to keep you any longer........

petrified, exasperated, terrified, irritated. Now to make myself perfectly clear this is a very minimalised version of a much longer list of emotions stewing inside me currently. I could if I so chose, add hundreds more to my unwritten colection. Such as: anxious, anger, blankness and most of all hung over-ness. And yeah, I know that isn't an emotion. Forgive me, but my other contentions take priority over what is and is not an 'emotion.' I just think it should be out there.

Now I may be asked, what are my contentions? A simple example would be merely, should Rachel really be driving right now? But I know there are many deeper ones. Such as should I go to the police, I am under no moral reasons not to...but, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't bother the police force over my minute problem. Shouldn't they be focusing on the murders? Another would be should I involve rachel? If Ray really is dangerous, you would think I would try to keep my friends as far away as possible. On the other hand I need her, or I will go clinically insane and most likely eat my own hair sitting on a pile of rubber ducks. Though that probably won't happen.

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I press my palms to my temples as we hit a speed bump. We both groan. Rachel sat behind the wheel, because she threatened me with a toothbrush and a spoon until I relented and let her drive. Hunched over my left foot, which was strangely placed on my stomach as I slide down the leather seat. I intentionally don't listen to whatever rachal may have to say. As she talks about how to speak to the cop, I only think about what will happen if Ray finds out I went to the police. He, I can guarantee won't take it lightly. Ray will probably see it as some strange form of betrayal and lash out. I don't know him all that well but from what I have seen I can guess it will be violent. I remain quiet and occasionally nod when Rachel motions towards me, I smile and act like I hear what she is saying but I don't. Because honestly I'm scared as hell, last night's drinking session worked for a short period of time but not nearly long enough. So I stay silent in wait for the short drive to end.

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my feet wobble on the sidewalk as I step out from inside the car, I quickly regain my balance. Head bowed I walk through the the front doors to the police station. Rachel walks beside me, eyes dead set at the bored looking woman talking to a old grumpy man, who is obviously filling out a report. We stand behind the man, I can't help but eavesdrop.

"Im sorry sir, there is no law against not mowing your lawn."

"He makes the whole neighborhood look like shit! His house brings down the market value of mine!" he slams his fist against the desk. She is not pleased, shown in her unpleasant expression.

"I'm sorry sir. We have no jurisdiction, have you thought about just talking to him?" she suggests.

"There's no reasoning with this guy!"

"Well then for the last time I am sorry...NEXT!" with a grumble he walks away, stomping his feet on the way out.

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Rachel pushes me to the front, with an open palm. I stumble forward and grin awkwardly in the direction of the stark woman.

"State your complaint."

"Ummm we-I would..." rachel stops me there.

"She wants to file a report on Ray davis for stalking"

the woman pulls out a piece of paper then asks "what's your full name mrs?"

"Kim Conner" I respond.