this morning #162.

this morning, she had no choice but to go to the police. if she didn’t pull it together post haste, unsuspecting people would get hurt. when she woke & saw that her volatile boyfriend had snuck out in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where he’d gone & exactly what he’d do. she’d been quietly nodding along for weeks now, as he ranted & got himself increasingly worked up over some perceived slight. it was hard for her to follow, with tangent-filled theories about where their weed went. the loss was completely his fault but, given the exhibited anger, she hadn’t yet figured out a safe way to confront him. after her call, the police wouldn’t figure out one either.