31st December 2013
Dear Cassi,
Two letters in
one day, well, that’s something new. In any case I guess I could have just kept
writing the last one, but I’m in a funny mood, and I have to go into work. I
got my face blooded this morning and I’m still going into work.
I have to finish
telling you the story of the person who bloodied it to keep my head clear.
In any case,
that angry client left this morning after I tried to call the police, but she
came back. I saw a figure at the door and went to press the button to open it,
but I didn’t need to. The door came open on its own.
So there was
that angry drunk, and she wanted her belongings at maybe an hour past midnight
with her roommates sleeping. I can say this much she wasn’t drunk, not anymore,
she was crazy angry, but not drunk.
This girl was
the kind of angry that meant she couldn’t be permitted back to her room because
she could hurt someone, and it was my job to keep people safe. So I told her to
leave and she wouldn’t.
I called the
police and she reached over the counter and ripped the phone off its cord. I
pulled out my cell phone, and she tore the time clock off the wall and hurled
it at my hands knocking my phone to the floor.
I had to put my
phone back together and let it turn back on as she grabbed everything she could
had hurled it at me as hard as she could. The papers and the mouse pad hit me.
By the time she threw the computer monitor I was on the phone with the police.
Next went the computer body and the police were on their way.
She tried to
rip the security monitor off the wall, and I didn’t want that hitting me so I
put my hands on top of hers to stop her, and she spit in my face. She tried to
jump over the counter to get at me, but I knocked her back. Twice more she
tried this before knocking over the Christmas tree and storming out.
I was safe, but
I was bleeding. I was bleeding, and I didn’t even know it yet. I’ve got to go
to work now so the rest I’ll have to tell you tomorrow. Funny, isn’t it, I got
my face blooded at work this morning and they won’t even give me the night off.
Stay safe,
little sister,
Richard Leland
Neal