text me when you get in

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That’s my new motto. Adopted due to recent events.

I walk everywhere. Night, day, doesn’t matter I’m fine walking by myself and I always make sure I walk in well lit areas.

Tonight I went to the movies with my friends, we went out for a drink afterwards and walked home a bit together then we split, because we were heading in opposite directions. My friend Janette hates walking by herself and almost didn’t let me leave, insisting they walk me home. This would have been ridiculous at were we going in completely different directions. I assured her I was fine, I have done the walk enough. I’ll be fine. They we parted with ‘text us when you get in’.

My street is next to a major motorway, so its always pretty busy in the day and at night the street traffic slows, but the motorway stays fairly steady. There are also two round-abouts with two blocks of my place from the major intersection I always cross at. So I’m walking through the intersection, getting up onto the sidewalk and I see a car driving on the wrong side of the road (towards me), slowing down and its window is open. I have my headphones in, even though they aren’t turned on, to keep the cold out as my ears are still ringing from yesterday, which is not so good I think.

It was two guys, and normally in the light of day I would have slowed down to stop, perhaps, they could be asking for directions, but something just seemed really off and I made a gut reaction not to look up when I heard them call out. I picked up the pace as I was only two blocks from home.

10 seconds later I knew I’d made the right decision not looking up.

I heard the car go through the round-about and turn round. They were coming back. All that was going through my head was quite simply, fuck.

However the car sped up super fast, going ahead so I figured all was fine. No it sped up and then it pulled into the car park which is between me and my flat. Tires squealed. At this point I’m practically light jogging. There are cameras everywhere here, except not within the block of my house. I passed the car park before I could hear anyone get out of the car, and just as I did I hear, “Hey bitch are you deaf?”

It pretty much took everything in me not to turn back around, especially when more swearing started to spew. Now I’m within a block on my house, except the guy is still out of the car and I don’t want them to see where I live, so I do something I probably shouldn’t have. I turned down the side street, thinking I could enter my place from the back. The alley isn’t that well lit and all I can hear is my heels clicking, not the smartest move I’ve ever made. I also realized as I walking that I didn’t even know the number for the police if the situation had gotten out of hand.

Thankfully, he didn’t follow when I went down the side street. I however realized that the back of your house looks very different in the dark, and in the rain. Yet, I made it in a few minutes later, and sent the text to my friends, omitting the creepy guy, as well not really a story to be told in a text.

When I was living in Vancouver we use to live next to a park. Fine in the day, sketchy at night. Often times when walking home I’d have someone on the phone just to be safe, and even when I moved back to Ontario, Ashley would call me daily whenever she had to walk home late night. Yet tonight, although I would have loved the comfort of a reassuring voice on the other end, somehow with the ocean between the effect is lost.

So to put in my wallet for tomorrow…the number for the police.

Other than that the day was quite brilliant, the movie was good. Can’t go wrong with a little bit of Clive Owen now, can you? And they had 5¢ candies at the concession! Now, that’s just good business.

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