High Ceiling

I knew the high ceilings would be a problem when I needed to paint.  And I needed to get everything painted quickly, before Jameson got home.  If he knew what had happened while he was out of town on a work trip, I would never be able to get through our relationship if he knew what went on and who was here. 

Raymond was an old friend and an old friend who I didn’t trust.  I didn’t know how he found out where I lived or how he got my phone number.  As soon as he walked out the front door, I broke down.  Down in tears.  My knees buckled and my chest seized.  I had done everything I could to get out of my old life.  But Raymond had tracked me down and was trying to drag me into the past. 

Raymond had been my best friend once upon a time.  Until the day he drugged my drink and tried to assault me.  On camera.  After my friends happened to catch him and called the police, Raymond blamed me for everything.  After his arrest I left town and changed my name.  I knew Raymond’s penchant for revenge.  I just hoped Jameson would get home before I was killed.