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Authors: Christine Kersey
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stuff anyway. Was it really that important?
When I imagined the upcoming Christmas and pictured my Christmas tree with nothing but store bought ornaments, and imagined my treasured ornaments either displayed on Trevor’s tree, or left in the closet, or worse yet, destroyed, fury overtook my paralysis and I knew I had to at least try to get my belongings. They were meaningless to Trevor but meant everything to me. It just wasn’t right that he should have them.
I decided I would start by driving past Rob’s Auto Body shop. That’s where Trevor had been working when I’d left a few weeks ago. It didn’t take long to get there and I drove slowly by. My purpose in going there was to see if Trevor’s car was parked there. If it was, I would feel pretty safe in going to the apartment and getting my things. But as soon as the shop came into view, it was clear that something was wrong. The large doors for the car bays were all closed and there were no cars in the parking lot. It looked like Rob’s Auto Body shop was closed.
Driving past, I continued on for a few minutes, then pulled into a parking lot and turned off my car, wondering what to do next. Greta looked at me expectantly, so I reached over and patted her. She stood on the seat and began wagging her tail, but the doggie seatbelt kept her from moving around too much. I thought it might be a good idea to go somewhere where she could get out for a few minutes and I could think about my next move. Since I had recently moved from the area, I was familiar with the location of the parks and we drove to the nearest one.
After attaching Greta’s leash to her collar, I helped her out of the car and we walked around the edges of the park. When she stopped to explore a particularly interesting bush, I pulled out my cell phone and called information to get the number for Rob’s Auto Body shop. The operator gave me the number and asked if I wanted to be connected. I said yes and listened to the phone ring. After several rings a recording came on and said the number had been disconnected.
Wow, I thought. I guess they’ve gone out of business. This information added a new twist to my plans. If Trevor no longer worked there, where did he work? And if he was unemployed, had an arrest hanging over him and was most likely broke, how would he feel if he saw me? Would he blame me for all of his problems? Would he get violent?
Chapter Twelve
I drove toward my old apartment with caution. Even as I approached the place where I used to live, I could easily see Trevor’s blue Camaro parked at the curb. I knew if he were to see my Honda he would recognize it. Pulling to the side of the road half a dozen houses away, I hoped that from this distance he wouldn’t notice me.
After half an hour with nothing happening, I started thinking about ways to draw Trevor away from the apartment. Then it came to me. I could call him and ask him to meet me somewhere. Somewhere far enough away to give me time to go in, get my stuff, and get out. And I had to have enough time to do this before he realized I was a no show.
As I contemplated speaking to him, I could feel myself getting shaky. I was afraid how he would respond to me calling him and I wasn’t so sure he’d even be interested or willing to meet me. I thought about the emails he’d sent and how he’d threatened me.
Is this really worth it? Just to get back some ornaments? It seemed silly as I thought about it, but deep down I felt like I needed to prove to myself that I could take control of my life and that I had every right to retrieve my personal belongings.
Taking a deep breath, I first pressed star sixty-seven so that my number would be hidden from Trevor’s caller ID. Then I punched in his number from memory. I listened as it rang once, twice, then I heard his familiar voice.
“Hello?”
My heart raced and I felt my hands go clammy.
“Hello?” he asked again.
My lips moved, but no sound came out.
“I can hear
When I imagined the upcoming Christmas and pictured my Christmas tree with nothing but store bought ornaments, and imagined my treasured ornaments either displayed on Trevor’s tree, or left in the closet, or worse yet, destroyed, fury overtook my paralysis and I knew I had to at least try to get my belongings. They were meaningless to Trevor but meant everything to me. It just wasn’t right that he should have them.
I decided I would start by driving past Rob’s Auto Body shop. That’s where Trevor had been working when I’d left a few weeks ago. It didn’t take long to get there and I drove slowly by. My purpose in going there was to see if Trevor’s car was parked there. If it was, I would feel pretty safe in going to the apartment and getting my things. But as soon as the shop came into view, it was clear that something was wrong. The large doors for the car bays were all closed and there were no cars in the parking lot. It looked like Rob’s Auto Body shop was closed.
Driving past, I continued on for a few minutes, then pulled into a parking lot and turned off my car, wondering what to do next. Greta looked at me expectantly, so I reached over and patted her. She stood on the seat and began wagging her tail, but the doggie seatbelt kept her from moving around too much. I thought it might be a good idea to go somewhere where she could get out for a few minutes and I could think about my next move. Since I had recently moved from the area, I was familiar with the location of the parks and we drove to the nearest one.
After attaching Greta’s leash to her collar, I helped her out of the car and we walked around the edges of the park. When she stopped to explore a particularly interesting bush, I pulled out my cell phone and called information to get the number for Rob’s Auto Body shop. The operator gave me the number and asked if I wanted to be connected. I said yes and listened to the phone ring. After several rings a recording came on and said the number had been disconnected.
Wow, I thought. I guess they’ve gone out of business. This information added a new twist to my plans. If Trevor no longer worked there, where did he work? And if he was unemployed, had an arrest hanging over him and was most likely broke, how would he feel if he saw me? Would he blame me for all of his problems? Would he get violent?
Chapter Twelve
I drove toward my old apartment with caution. Even as I approached the place where I used to live, I could easily see Trevor’s blue Camaro parked at the curb. I knew if he were to see my Honda he would recognize it. Pulling to the side of the road half a dozen houses away, I hoped that from this distance he wouldn’t notice me.
After half an hour with nothing happening, I started thinking about ways to draw Trevor away from the apartment. Then it came to me. I could call him and ask him to meet me somewhere. Somewhere far enough away to give me time to go in, get my stuff, and get out. And I had to have enough time to do this before he realized I was a no show.
As I contemplated speaking to him, I could feel myself getting shaky. I was afraid how he would respond to me calling him and I wasn’t so sure he’d even be interested or willing to meet me. I thought about the emails he’d sent and how he’d threatened me.
Is this really worth it? Just to get back some ornaments? It seemed silly as I thought about it, but deep down I felt like I needed to prove to myself that I could take control of my life and that I had every right to retrieve my personal belongings.
Taking a deep breath, I first pressed star sixty-seven so that my number would be hidden from Trevor’s caller ID. Then I punched in his number from memory. I listened as it rang once, twice, then I heard his familiar voice.
“Hello?”
My heart raced and I felt my hands go clammy.
“Hello?” he asked again.
My lips moved, but no sound came out.
“I can hear
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