(For example, for the letter A it was the 26th word on the list, for Z it was the 1st word on the list)
“Seriously? Are you kidding? Bullet holes?” Sheila frowned as her boyfriend walked up. “Did you see this?”
“Damn! Didn’t you hear anything last night?”
She snorted. “What do you think?” She nodded towards the house next door. “Hard metal rock, all night long, full blast.”
“You call the cops?”
“Why? Nothing’s changed since they came the last five times. I’ve given up. I just want my lease over so I can move.”
Jarrod shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. You should talk to your landlord about getting out early. You know you can move in with me anytime.”
Without responding, she spun and headed back inside. “I need to call my insurance company. They’re not going to be happy. Not after already paying for slashed tires and graffiti removal. This is getting really old.” The door slammed behind her.
Jarrod looked up and down the street as he punched a number into his phone. “Yeah, it’s me.” He spoke softly, keeping any eye on the front door before ending the call. “Great, thanks.”
Sheila walked out as he put the phone away. “Talking to your other girl friend?”
“Babe, you know you’re the only one for me. What’d insurance say?”
She sighed. “I’m in luck, sorta. I have a zero deductible for glass but it may be tough finding a new windshield. They want to try to repair it first.”
Jarrod poked at one of the holes. “I don’t think that’s going to work. Any pressure is going to create more cracks.” He stopped pushing as a crack split the glass further. “See?”
Sheila burst into tears as she plopped down onto the curb. He sat beside her, putting his arm around her. “Seriously, just move in with me.”
“I don’t know. Maybe…” Staring at her car, she neglected to see his smug expression, a warning of his controlling nature and her life ahead.
Thank you.