Personal Journal Entry
May 8
When I went home, he was waiting for me. He won’t leave me alone. He flew into a rage. I couldn’t get him to calm down for such a long time. He bellowed and yelled. I thought the neighbors might call the cops.
When he finally ran out of energy, he just stewed, seething and so very, very angry. For the rest of the night, he just taunted me, whispering her name over and over again, promising to kill her and make me watch.
I want to warn her. I want her to listen to me. Can’t she see? Can’t she see I don’t want to have to let her die? Why won’t she listen to me? If she would just look into my eyes and really listen, she would understand.
She can’t be the next one. I won’t allow it. I love her! I never should have given in to his demands this time. He was once
