It's been a week since my ex-boyfriend was let out of prison. It's been three years since I last saw him. He was jailed three years ago for theft and assaulting an old man. He was let out early on parole. We lived a very rough life, alcohol, parties, theft, drugs, we lived on adrenaline rush alone. But after he was jailed I moved away and turned on a new leave. I came back to the city a few months ago and I recently found out he was let out on parole a week ago.
I was always nervous and Scared, Micheal was a very violent and rough man and funny enough, that was what I loved about him. I hadn't gone to see him in three years and I'm sure he was pissed. Anytime I heard the doorbell, I freaked out thinking it was him. I just had a feeling that he would come to see me but it's been a week so I guess he won't.
I guess he wasn't as obsessed with me as he used to be.
I watched my favourite tv show for a while, smoked a cigarette and drank my favourite wine. That was my usual routine. I knew I was trying to live a better life, but they are vices that never leave us.
I woke up earlier than usual and checked the time by my side. It was 4 am, I turned on the light and I screamed loudly
"Micheal, what the hell are you doing there?" I asked looking around frantically