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“Thank you. I’m so sorry. I feel ridiculous for calling but he’s not okay. Something is wrong with him.”
“This is why we’re here, Naomi.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Patrol is a block away. I’m going to hang up now, okay?”
I blow out a breath, feeling relieved. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“You’re welcome.”
We hang up and I move back to the window to see the police car pulled along the street, two officers walking toward my house.
I unlock and crack open one of the windows so I can hear what’s going on.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Wyatt shouts. “This is my home!”
“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the premises.” I hear one of them say loudly.
“This is my home, damn it!”
I want to shout through the window that he’s lying but I decide to be a mature adult and let the policemen do their job.
“Sir, please step down here.”
“Not until she lets me in my home.”
I feel like I’m one of the three little pigs and he’s the Big Bad Wolf, threatening to blow my house down if I don’t let him in. The thought almost makes me laugh.
The policemen continue to talk to Wyatt but he’s growing more and more disgruntled, restless, even. Mumbling to himself and walking the length of my front porch back and forth.
“Sir!”
Wyatt shakes his head over and over. “No. I’m not leaving,” he growls, scratching at the skin on his arms. “She won’t listen. I just need her to listen to me. She’s my wife and she doesn’t get it. No one gets it.”
One of the policemen steps closer. “How about we take a breather. Come on down here,” he suggests gently.
The other policeman has something in his hand that looks like a taser and is standing alert.
Wyatt runs to the door, pulling on it and banging his fist against the glass. “Naomi! I know you’re in there! Just listen!”
“She asked you to leave, Wyatt. Either leave on your own or you’re leaving with us. It’s your choice.”
I take a closer look and see the policeman who’s holding the taser is Charlie, a guy we graduated with.
“I’m not leaving until I get my stuff.”
I don’t know what stuff he’s talking about. There’s nothing of his left here. Unless…
Holy moly. Does he have drugs stashed here someplace?
I turn around, expecting to see, what? I don’t know. A stash of drugs sitting in the center of the room? I know that’s ridiculous but this situation is ridiculous in it and of itself.
“Then you’re coming with us.”
A flurry of activity happens and the next thing I know they have Wyatt in handcuffs. Handcuffs! Holy shit.
That just happened.