"Want to go get a few drinks?" Bevin asked me as Dean was locking up. "I have a friend in town. Maybe I'll get her to come out. Just give me a call later." I told her. "Okay. I will. Bye guys!" She said, and walked away. "Do you think I have a chance with Bevin?" Dean asked. "What?" I asked him. The question was kind of out of the blue. "Is that a no?" He asked. "No! I just wasn't expecting the question. I think so. Have you asked her out?" I asked him. "No. Well, just to lunch." He said. "I think you do. Go for it." I told him. "Thanks. Maybe you could, uh, put in a good word for me?" He asked. I laughed. "I don't know you, but you seem nice enough. Sure." I told him. He smiled. "Thanks." He said. Dean hailed a cab, but I decided just to walk home. I got there and when I opened the door all my living room furnature was in the middle of the room and covered with plastic. Gila was painting the walls a bright pinkish-purple color. "Oh my god! What are you doing?" I asked. "It's going to look awesome when I'm done! Just wait!" She said. I couldn't help but laugh. "Fine. Let me change, I'll help you paint." I told her, and walked back to my room. I put on some old sweats and was about to walk to the bathroom to pull my hair back when Gila screamed. "What is it?" I yelled running out. "I just want to talk to my son." I heard a man say. I looked to the front door and Matt's dad was standing there. I curse myself for forgetting to lock the door. "If you don't leave I'm going to call the police." I said. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. "Where is Matt?" He asked. "He doesn't live here. Did you follow me home?" I asked him. "Call him." The man said. "No. I'm calling the police." I said, and ran back to my room. I found my phone and walked back out. "I'm not bluffing." I told him. "Don't." He said, taking a step towards me and Gila. "STOP RIGHT THERE! Or I'll scream!" I told him, and he froze. "Just please call my son." He said. I sighed and dialed Matt, against my better judgement. He didn't answer and it went to voice mail. I hung up. "He didn't answer." I told him. "Bullshit! You called the wrong number!" He yelled. "NO! I didn't!" I said. Gila looked like she was going to cry. "Then leave him a message." He said. I dialed Matt's number again. Voicemail. "Matt, it's Sam." I said, trying not to sound to shakey. "Your father is standing in my apartment. He followed me home." I started to cry. "STOP THAT!" His dad yelled, and I hung up the phone. "That's it! I'm calling the police!" I shouted, and dialed 911. He ran acroos the room and ripped the phone out of my hand. I fell to the floor. "I'll just wait here. Until matt shows up." He said. Gila walked over to me and sat down next to me on the floor. Matt's dad shut the front door and locked it. "What do you want?" I asked him. "Just to talk." He said. "Then why are you here in my apartment?" I asked, trying not to sound scared. "Shut up!" He shouted then spit on my floor. He walked into my kitchen and I heard some glasses bang around. Gila tapped my shoulder and handed me her cell phone. I tried to dial 911, but Matt's walked back out. I hid the phone behind my back. He was holding a bottle of wine and drinking from it. "I have to use the bathroom." I lied. "No you don't. You're a sneak." He said. "I really do! You came in before I had a chance to go when I got home." I told him. "Go ahead. But don't shut the door." He said. "That's gross!" I said. "I don't want you doing anything sneaky!" He snarled. I put carefully slid the phone in the back of my waist band. I hoped my sweats were baggy enough to hide the shape. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I pulled Gila's phone out and quickly sent a text to jaime. I was surprised I could remember his cell phone number. I typed "Help. At home. Quick. 'S" and hit send. It sent and I stuck the phone under the sink. "I don't here you going?" He shouted. "I can't! I'm nervous." I shouted back. "Then get back out here!" He yelled, and I walked back out and sat down next to Gila. I could hear my phone ring and he reached in his pocket and pulled it out. "Matthew." He said when he answered. I heard shouting on the other end, but couldn't quite make out what Matt was saying. His dad hung up. "He's coming. When he gets here I'll leave." He said. We sat and waited for about five minutes. It felt like a lot longer that though. There was a knock at my front door. He got up and looked through the peephole. "I don't see anyone." He said, and then opened the door. Jaime and Johnny burst in, knocking him flat on his back. He dropped the bottle of wine and it shattered on the floor. Johnny had him pinned face down on the ground. "Thank god you guys got my message!" I said. I could hear sirens in the distance. "Who the hell are you?" Johnny asked, pushing the guys head to the floor. "I just want to talk to my son!" he spat. "Who the FUCK is your son?" Jaime asked, kneeling down on the ground next to him. "Matt." He said. I could hear feet running up the stairs. A second later there were two cops at my front door. "Whats going on here?" The younger officer said. "This guy followed me home." I said, crying again. Johnny stood up so the younger cop could cuff Matt's dad. I explained the whole thing to the cops while Johnny stood next to me with his arm around me. When I was done, Matt apeared in the doorway. "Oh my god! What happened?" He asked, looking completely freaked out. "Is this your Father?" The older cop asked Matt. "Unfortunatly." He said. "Well we are taking him in. If you want to talk it's going to have to be at the station. "I don't want to talk to this scumbag." Matt said. The cops asked a few more questions before they left with his dad.
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"Want to go get a few drinks?" Bevin asked me as Dean was locking up.
"I have a friend in town. Maybe I'll get her to come out. Just give me a call later." I told her.
"Okay. I will. Bye guys!" She said, and walked away.
"Do you think I have a chance with Bevin?" Dean asked.
"What?" I asked him. The question was kind of out of the blue.
"Is that a no?" He asked.
"No! I just wasn't expecting the question. I think so. Have you asked her out?" I asked him.
"No. Well, just to lunch." He said.
"I think you do. Go for it." I told him.
"Thanks. Maybe you could, uh, put in a good word for me?" He asked. I laughed.
"I don't know you, but you seem nice enough. Sure." I told him. He smiled.
"Thanks." He said. Dean hailed a cab, but I decided just to walk home. I got there and when I opened the door all my living room furnature was in the middle of the room and covered with plastic. Gila was painting the walls a bright pinkish-purple color.
"Oh my god! What are you doing?" I asked.
"It's going to look awesome when I'm done! Just wait!" She said. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Fine. Let me change, I'll help you paint." I told her, and walked back to my room. I put on some old sweats and was about to walk to the bathroom to pull my hair back when Gila screamed.
"What is it?" I yelled running out.
"I just want to talk to my son." I heard a man say. I looked to the front door and Matt's dad was standing there. I curse myself for forgetting to lock the door.
"If you don't leave I'm going to call the police." I said. My heart was beating a million miles an hour.
"Where is Matt?" He asked.
"He doesn't live here. Did you follow me home?" I asked him.
"Call him." The man said.
"No. I'm calling the police." I said, and ran back to my room. I found my phone and walked back out.
"I'm not bluffing." I told him.
"Don't." He said, taking a step towards me and Gila.
"STOP RIGHT THERE! Or I'll scream!" I told him, and he froze.
"Just please call my son." He said. I sighed and dialed Matt, against my better judgement. He didn't answer and it went to voice mail. I hung up.
"He didn't answer." I told him.
"Bullshit! You called the wrong number!" He yelled.
"NO! I didn't!" I said. Gila looked like she was going to cry.
"Then leave him a message." He said. I dialed Matt's number again. Voicemail.
"Matt, it's Sam." I said, trying not to sound to shakey. "Your father is standing in my apartment. He followed me home." I started to cry.
"STOP THAT!" His dad yelled, and I hung up the phone.
"That's it! I'm calling the police!" I shouted, and dialed 911. He ran acroos the room and ripped the phone out of my hand. I fell to the floor.
"I'll just wait here. Until matt shows up." He said. Gila walked over to me and sat down next to me on the floor. Matt's dad shut the front door and locked it.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"Just to talk." He said.
"Then why are you here in my apartment?" I asked, trying not to sound scared.
"Shut up!" He shouted then spit on my floor. He walked into my kitchen and I heard some glasses bang around. Gila tapped my shoulder and handed me her cell phone. I tried to dial 911, but Matt's walked back out. I hid the phone behind my back. He was holding a bottle of wine and drinking from it.
"I have to use the bathroom." I lied.
"No you don't. You're a sneak." He said.
"I really do! You came in before I had a chance to go when I got home." I told him.
"Go ahead. But don't shut the door." He said.
"That's gross!" I said.
"I don't want you doing anything sneaky!" He snarled. I put carefully slid the phone in the back of my waist band. I hoped my sweats were baggy enough to hide the shape. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I pulled Gila's phone out and quickly sent a text to jaime. I was surprised I could remember his cell phone number. I typed "Help. At home. Quick. 'S" and hit send. It sent and I stuck the phone under the sink.
"I don't here you going?" He shouted.
"I can't! I'm nervous." I shouted back.
"Then get back out here!" He yelled, and I walked back out and sat down next to Gila. I could hear my phone ring and he reached in his pocket and pulled it out.
"Matthew." He said when he answered. I heard shouting on the other end, but couldn't quite make out what Matt was saying. His dad hung up.
"He's coming. When he gets here I'll leave." He said. We sat and waited for about five minutes. It felt like a lot longer that though. There was a knock at my front door. He got up and looked through the peephole.
"I don't see anyone." He said, and then opened the door. Jaime and Johnny burst in, knocking him flat on his back. He dropped the bottle of wine and it shattered on the floor. Johnny had him pinned face down on the ground.
"Thank god you guys got my message!" I said. I could hear sirens in the distance.
"Who the hell are you?" Johnny asked, pushing the guys head to the floor.
"I just want to talk to my son!" he spat.
"Who the FUCK is your son?" Jaime asked, kneeling down on the ground next to him.
"Matt." He said. I could hear feet running up the stairs. A second later there were two cops at my front door.
"Whats going on here?" The younger officer said.
"This guy followed me home." I said, crying again. Johnny stood up so the younger cop could cuff Matt's dad. I explained the whole thing to the cops while Johnny stood next to me with his arm around me. When I was done, Matt apeared in the doorway.
"Oh my god! What happened?" He asked, looking completely freaked out.
"Is this your Father?" The older cop asked Matt.
"Unfortunatly." He said. "Well we are taking him in. If you want to talk it's going to have to be at the station.
"I don't want to talk to this scumbag." Matt said. The cops asked a few more questions before they left with his dad.
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