I used my dad's truck to transport the horse and trailer over to my barn. Then I had to fork out about five hundred dollars to my riding trainer in order to board my new horse there. And that was just for the first month not including vet bills or tack.
As soon as I got home, I saw that Damon's car was predictably there. He was already inside my house probably riffling through my physical stuff along with my virtual computer files. You couldn't stop him. I pulled into the garage with caution since one time he thought it would be hilarious if he crouched down really low on the far side of the garage as I pulled in. Then when I got out of my car, he decided to spring up like a jackrabbit revealing one of our kitchen knives in his hand wobbling around from his maniac laughter.
No knives today. Then, I also remembered to open the door with utmost caution. This instinct came from the time Damon decided to lurk behind the door as I was coming in with a bunch of groceries. He then sprang up out of nowhere and scared me to death. He apologized with masked sincerity and then offered to help me with the groceries. As I was struggling to haul in the second load of bags, he slammed the door into me. I wasn't pissed that the front side of my body was in jarring pain, but rather because he damaged some food I had just purchased, and that cost money.
But today there was a clear path from the garage to my room. As I got to the top of the stairs and fairly close to my room, I could already hear him frantically pounding away on the keyboard probably texting Hannah or the other kid he recently starting harassing.
"And where were you?!" he bellowed.
"Out," I tersely replied.
"WELL I REALIZE THAT!!"
I just ignored him and proceeded over to my computer to catch up on work e-mail and voicemails.
"Guess what?!" Damon suddenly shouted.
"What?"
"I told Hannah to put your hair up yesterday while you were over there! But she forgot!!"
"So your point is...?"
"AND you didn't cooperate with the hug either!! So you're getting drugged!"
"Yeah because I really don't like hugging someone on a hot summer day. Drugged? Sure ok. Nice threat."
"You better believe it's a nice threat!"
"Why do you even care about my hair position? Does it affect you in any way?"
"YES! It sure does! I want you looking sexy and whatever she did that one time was great! But she refused to do it today and you are about to be punished."
"Ugh whatever. I don't have time for this. People are coming over in about a half hour."
I proceeded to head downstairs to start preparing for today's students who came over for homework help. Overall it was a fun job that paid pretty well and I didn't even have to commute - most of the time. But before I could even get halfway downstairs, Damon had bolted from my room and flew down the top half of the stairs to pin me to the wall.
"And where do you think you're going?!"
"Down. Stairs," I managed to utter since all his weight was hindering my ability to breathe.
"Do you forget like your little friend there?! I just told you you're getting drugged. Now come upstairs back to your room so mommy and daddy don't hear. And if you don't, you can watch me slit your tires and pester Hannah's friends."
"Fine. I'll swallow the damn pill or whatever you want me to take." Damon then loosened his grip and ascended the remaining stairs beckoning me to follow. I just hoped this was gonna be quick because I now had about 20 sacred minutes until students started to come. I walked into my room and Damon sprang out from behind the door and drove me to ground. God dammit! I should expect that by now.
