The pounding continued. “I’m not leaving! I’m gonna make you pay for what you did!”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I needed my phone. Slowly, I backed down the hall to the bathroom where my phone sat next to the sink.
Tyler slammed his fist into the wood of the front door over and over. I felt panicked tears start to roll down my cheeks. I grabbed my phone and with a shaking hand, I pressed the emergency alert for 911.
“911, what’s your emergency? Hopefully, you didn’t just realize you’re allergic to lobster.”
“No, I’m not allergic to lobster! I’m alone in my house, and my ex boyfriend is trying to break in! He’s threatened me! I need police assistance to 205 Ellison Road, and quickly! I’m afraid he’s going to bust the door off its hinges!”
The operator was silent for a beat. “I apologize, ma’am, I’ll dispatch a car immediately. Where are you in the house, can you move to a room that you can lock?”
“Yes, I’m in the bathroom. I-I’ll lock the door.”
“Alright, ma’am, take a deep breath, remain calm, and the police will be on their way. I’ll stay on the line until the police arrive.”
The pounding on the front door hadn’t ceased. I locked the door, then I allowed myself to sink to the floor. I truly did hate Valentine’s Day.
Please, just let the pounding stop…Minutes passed and finally, I heard the sound of a police siren in front of the house.
“They’re here.” I thanked the dispatcher and disconnected the call. Breathing a sigh of relief, I unlocked the door and peeked out down the hall.
The loud sound of a scuffle in my front yard made me scamper to the front window to see what was happening. I peered around the corner, to see two officers tackle a furious Tyler to the ground.
Served the fucker right. I didn’t turn away from the window until he was safely inside the police car.
There was a gentle rap on the front door and with horror, I remembered I was clothed in nothing but a towel.
I raced back to my bedroom and yanked on a t-shirt and a pair of leggings, then sprinted back to the front door.
Out of breath, and my hair still dripping wet, I yanked the front door open.
“Oh! I guess you should have added bat-shit crazy to ‘that lying, cheating, son of a bitch'”.
My mouth dropped to the floor. Standing in front of me in full uniform, was the handsome stranger from the bar.
I swallowed hard. There was something about a man in uniform–especially a policeman–that made my body react. I felt my cheeks redden, and the aching wetness had returned between my legs. Now, the dashing from the bar made sense. He must have gotten a call.
The cold February air suddenly hit my body and I felt my nipples instantly harden. Braless, they easily showed through my thin t-shirt.
He’d noticed, but he chose to return his gaze to my face. He gave me a reassuring smile.
I cleared my throat.
“You’re a cop?” Jesus, Amanda, that was the best you could do?
His reassuring smile remained.
“Yes, well spotted.”
But then, his smile faded into a look of concern. Suddenly, he was all business. “Are you alright? I’m going to need some information for my report.”