Anna

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Macy's POV

My job isn't hard most days. It's more mentally trying at times. Dealing with stars who have these big diva demands, or calming down the new kids who are just breaking out on their own. Sometimes it's just exhausting.

This shift at work was killer. My neck hurt so bad from looking down at my notes that I'd written out for tomorrow to go perfect. It'd been a long time since I had a real famous person in the studio and I wasn't about to embarrass myself. I couldn't wait to get home tonight, and just take a hot shower. A hot shower then sleep for a week. That's exactly what I need right now.

As I walked out to my car carrying three two inch binders of unfinished work for this next week, and my keys in my hand like a makeshift weapon, I noticed that there was no one else milling around outside like there usually is. Not a soul standing around smoking, or even sitting at the picnic tables. That's odd.

I shrugged my shoulders and unlocked my car as I reached the driver door. I peeked in the back seat clearing the coast for any lurking murderers. Once the coast was clear I sat my belongings in the back and closed the door. Upon closing the door though I realized my back tire was flat.

"What the actual hell?" I knelt down looking at the slash in the tire.

I made a lap around the car carefully minding my surroundings. Three of my four tires had huge slashes in them and were flat. Flatter than flat. They were pancaked on the ground and the metal of my rims was touching the road.

"Fuck me!" I looked up at the sky silently asking God what I'd done to deserve this. I was a good person really. I gave money to homeless people all the time. One time I even helped a blind man read the menu at McDonalds. This was totally bullshit!

I called an Uber and got my things from my car. Then I called AAA and explained the situation. The girl on the phone was really nice actually. She said they'd have someone come pick it up tonight and they'd get me a rental by morning. That was good at least. I gave her my address and waited for my Uber.

The man pulled up in a 1970's thunderbird. He had a mullet and the whole car smelled like bacon. It was a ride home and that's all that mattered. At least his rims weren't in the road. Even if he was blaring the 80's rock rejects. At least I'd get home before dark in one piece.

After the Uber ride home with the worst driver of all time, I was more ready than ever to get into my hot shower. The pervert kept trying to hit on me. He was old enough to be my dad for Christ's sake! Finally I was home though, so today couldn't get any worse.

Wrong! Unfortunately very wrong. It got so much worse.

As I walked up to my door there was something on the door. Getting closer I realized it was a knife, and my heart started hammering in my chest. The knife was holding up a handwritten note on a crumbled up piece of yellow notebook paper. I pulled the note down and gasped. It was from Reggie.

You worthless SLUT! I'll fucking ruin you for running your goddamn mouth. Just remember I know people who could end more than your career Macy. This isn't over. I'll teach that fucker a lesson if I ever see him again, and you better hope I don't. You should just disappear like the insignificant fucking whore you are. No one would even miss you. After I finish here you won't even have much to pack up. -R

I felt tears gather in my eyes as I pushed open the already ajar door. My tears started to slip as I stepped inside. Pictures were ripped from their frames and torn in piles on the floor like tossed confetti, my TV was busted and the glass was everywhere I looked. Mirrors had been broken all the way down the hall, which was also littered with random holes. My clothes were scattered all around and some were cut up. I carefully stepped around into the kitchen were my ovens shattered glass covered the floor.

I sank to the ground and just started bawling. I hadn't even been the one to run my mouth. I didn't tell a soul anything about him. This is what I was scared of. I didn't need this. This was just all too much.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" I said aloud to myself.

Looking around at my wrecked home I cried harder. This had been my safe haven and now it felt tainted and dirty. Just like me. I feel so dirty about the things I've done. I'm such a fucking worthless piece of shit.

No.

I looked around the room. Most of the material things were ruined and some of my sentimental things too, but I could make new memories and I could buy new things. This wasn't over. I can't let Reggie get me back I to that state of mind. I'm fabulous and he won't change that. I stood up and grabbed my phone. Crunching over the broken glass I called the police. I was still crying but this was going to get dealt with.

Fuck Reggie!

"I need someone to come take a report. Some asshole broke into my apartment and trashed just about everything I own. I even know who did it. He left a note and everything." I rattled off my address and they said an officer would be over soon.

In the meantime I went back to the kitchen to cry. This was my time to morn the loss of so many things, but also my time to get a grip. I wasn't going to live in fear. Not anymore.