It’s been a few days since that horrible incident between Mr. Jason and I. The night I left Mr. Jason’s apartment, he called my phone so many times that night I was worried he would follow me home. He stopped calling once I switched off my phone and I have not switched it back on in three days.

Once I arrived home I was so lucky Uncle Jack was not around so he did not see me come in with my tear stained face or hear me crying in the shower. I don’t think I’ve ever cried like this ...