MISS ME???
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"Ha! You know exactly who it is, why don't you come out of there so we can have a talk, okay?" Johnson said through the other side of the door.
I started to feel anxious, I was scared to have to go through and repeat all this s**t with her all over again. "Don't wait on the police, I heard you call them so two minuets after you got off the phone. I called them and told them it was my friend and she had her ear buds in. Apologized and said everything was okay. So they are not coming. Just come on out so we can talk, Tyler, " she said.
"I didn't call the police okay? Just get out!!!" I screamed, I lied because I figured most likely she assumed I called them and pretended like she stopped the police from coming. I held on to the hope that they were still on the way. "Let's not play stupid Tyler. I actually literally heard you. COME OUT!" impatient sounding with anger starting to fill her voice, she screamed at me. I just wanted all this s**t to be over.
Johnson started banging on my bedroom door. "COME OUT! COME OUT NOW b***h! YOU HEAR ME? AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO CALL THE POLICE OR ILL SET THIS ENTIRE HOUSE ON FIRE AND WATCH IT BURN WITH YOU IN IT BABY GIRL!" Johnson was getting angry that I wasn't responding or listening to her commands. "What the hell do you f*****g want Johnson?" I questioned still locked in my room. I got on my phone while I asked her what she wanted with me. I needed to get into contact with someone else who could call the police for me. I was terrified and mad about a bunch of emotions flooding all at once. I had really thought this whole situation was behind me, and I could actually move on.
I put a bunch of people, matter of fact. I put my whole contact list in a group on my text messages. I sent one message to everyone I had saved into my cell phone telling them I needed help, and I can't call 911 myself. I sent my address and told them to tell them what was going on. I was hoping that someone would see it and do this for me. As a matter of fact, I had 134 contacts. I sent the same message to 134 people. Someone has to see my sos text message.
"I already told you, Tyler, I just want to talk," Johnson answered my question. Her voice is much calmer now. "About what, though, Johnson? I finally moved on, so should you. Don't you think?" I asked. "Hmm, well, I'm afraid that isn't an option, so open the door, Tyler, and LETS TALK!!" Johnson yelled and slammed her hand against my bedroom door. "Where is my friend Johnson?" praying that Johnson didn't hurt my only friend. "Oh, that beautiful curly brown headed girl I saw earlier? yeah. she's cute Tyler" Johnson just ignoring my question. I rolled my eyes, my phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down.
"OH MY GOD, ARE YOU FOR REAL? IS THIS REAL TYLER?", a text read on my phone from my cousin. Then another text coming. "Girl this isn't anything to joke about." That was from my brother's girlfriend. They both had moved out of the country after my brother had graduated from college. "No, this is real. Seriously, do it now, please they are threatening to burn down the house with me in it if I call the police." I replied to the text.
A couple more people saw it, and a bunch of people said they would help me out. Reading the messages, I was going to wait it out here. I felt like that was the best option, and the officers could handle Johnson when they had gotten here.
"Are you going to open the door, Tyler, or what? Johnson asked sounding as if she were getting a little impatient to me. "No I'm not Johnson f**k you. Leave me alone and get out of my house!!!" I passionately yelled at her. Letting her know I didn't want anything to do with her and there was nothing that we needed to talk about. "OK so you want to do this the hard way huh?" Johnson sarcastically asked.
I heard foot steps walking away, the floor began to creak and the way it sounded I could tell that Johnson had went down the stairs. I honestly didn't believe she went downstairs because she gave up and decided to leave, realizing she couldn't get me out of my room. The reason is because I know how Johnson is.
Johnson wouldn't risk being caught for the time she tried to kill me for nothing. she came here for something and it wasn't to become best friends.
I was afraid that she had come back to finish the job she had started. I knew I had to be on guard and prepared for anything. I also knew I wasn't going to believe anything that comes out of that bitches mouth.
Also, don't think I forgot about my kids. Another situation like this could keep my kids living with my aunt across the state even longer. I was missing my kids and the FBI said it was too dangerous for my kids to stay with me while Johnson was on the loose. So you could only imagine all the things racing through my mind.
A few moments after hearing the creaking and sound of Johnsons footsteps walking away, the sound comes back again. Getting closer and louder as if she's stomping harder out of anger of not being able to get to me.
I mean, silly girl, did she really think I was stupid? I wasn't going to let this b***h hurt me again.
"BANGG!" Johnson had hit the bedroom door with something hard. I jumped at the sound not expecting the loud ass noise. It shook me to my core. "Is this b***h trying to break into my bedroom?" I said outloud to myself. Johnson hits the door repeatedly each time getting harder and harder but each time she sounds like she's becoming weaker and weaker. I look around my room for something heavy that had a firm place for grip. I now knew she had some sort of weapon trying to bust my door open so I needed something as well.
I had a thought that rushed to my mind. "My baseball bat!" I said outloud to myself but I was low enough for her to not hear me. I slightly jogged to my closet on the other side of the room I was standing on. I opened it looking up then down. It wasn't in plain sight at first, and then I remembered I had put it in my oversized suitcase when we had that house party.
I had grabbed the bat, and I had it in my hand. prepared for this stupid b***h to get here and get her brain busted.
Next thing I know "BANGG!!" the sound of Johnson hitting my bedroom door so hard it started to open. Quickly thinking I go to hold the door shut, shortly after realizing I wouldn't be able to hold this door closed with just my body. I quickly ran near my closet where I had a chair. I grabbed the chair, putting the back rest part of the chair right up under the bedroom door knob so hopefully that will make it hard for her to come to in. I grabbed my bat and my purple knife, I still had the other two knives tucked inside my shorts.
Moments later, "BANG!!, "BAMMM!" Johnson had managed to get the hinges unscrewed and busted the door open.
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