10. Chapter 10
ten
Agatha
W hen I arrived in class, Ty wasn’t at the front welcoming the students. Part of me wondered if he’d show at all until he slipped in right at the start time and hurried into his lesson.
I took my notes, biting my nails and doing my best to focus on the material—even though I felt his eyes on me as he clicked the button to move the screen.
Ignoring him seemed to be the best way as I secured my stuff before class ended and hurried out as he ended the slide show.
My phone buzzed, but I just kept walking. I couldn’t face him right now. My damn emotions were getting the best of me, and I felt the tears starting.
I slid into the bathroom and cried in the stall before I needed to run to my next lesson.
I’m a stupid college student who got knocked up. Worst of all, he’s my damn professor.
I yelled at myself between lessons and kept crying while no one was watching. This felt like a freaking break up, and I hated this feeling.
Once my final lesson was over, I slid out of the building and into the rain. It was pouring, which seemed fitting, so I let the tears fall, knowing the rain would hide it all.
“Agatha!” someone called from my right, and I swiped at my face as Ru ran toward me.
“Why the fuck did you call me that?” I snapped when she was closer.
“Because I said Ags three times and nothing.” She shrugged and slung her arm over my shoulder. “How you doing? Anything new happen?”
“He ignored me and was late for the lesson. I think he’s been texting me, but I’ve refused to look.” I leaned into her shoulder as more tears streamed down my face.
“Oh, honey. Give me your phone, and I’ll do a pre-screen of them.”
“No, it’s fine.” She didn’t need to be in the middle of my mess. She may be my best friend, but this shit wasn’t her problem.
“Fine. I’ll meet you at your place with tacos or burgers?” she offered, and I turned.
“Tacos,” we said at the same time, and I smiled a bit before reaching my car.
“Drive safe, bitch.” She opened the door, and I slid in. Only when she was walking away from my car did I pull out my phone.
Ty: We need to talk.
Ty: Why aren’t you answering me?
Ty: I fucked up last night and panicked. I need to talk to you.
I blew out a breath before responding.
Ags: There’s nothing to discuss. It’s obvious you don’t want this, and that’s fine. Just leave me alone.
I hit send, then tossed the phone back into my bag as I made my way home.
My phone buzzed with a call that connected to the speaker. I glanced at the ID, and my brows pinched together.
“Hello?”
“Is this Agatha Watson?” a woman asked, and I nodded, then responded with a yes. “I wanted to let you know that the man we arrested last night made bail today. His trial is set in a month, but since you’re a woman, I felt like the circumstances warranted a heads up.”
“Seriously? How the hell did he make bail?” I glanced at the dash, then back at the road.
“Since this was his first issue on record, the bail was set low because the court didn’t deem him a flight risk,” she said low, and I wanted to scream.
“Well, thank you for the heads up. I appreciate it.”
We said goodbye, and I ended the call as I found a parking spot across the street from my building.
My stomach plummeted when I noticed my ex’s car parked out front.
I kept the engine running, and the doors locked as I tapped on the wheel. Ru was in a massive line for the food and said to stay put just in case.
The suspense was killing me, and I wanted to just go to her place. But I also knew that I needed to figure out why the hell he wanted me back.
I doubted Ty would show up again at my place after how he’d acted today and last night.
I called the detective, and it rang a few times before she answered.
“How can I help you?”
“It’s Ags. He’s back at my place, and I don’t know if I should call the cops, and I figured I’d call you first.”
“He?” she asked. “Oh right, yes, I would hang up with me and call the cops and get a restraining order started.”
“How long is that process?”
“In this county, it all depends on how fast you can see a judge and get the paperwork filled out.”
“Got it.” I checked the area again and ended the call. While on the line with the cops, I pulled up the document I would need to file a restraining order.
Before I ended the call, a loud bang hit my window. I looked up to find my ex pressed against my car door.
“Come out here and talk to me!”
“Fuck off!” I yelled back. “The cops are coming right now.”
“Ma’am, are you in any danger?” the line operator asked.
“As long as my car stays locked, I think I’m good. I don’t see any weapons.” I tried to look at him as the rain kept coming down while he walked away.
He returned to my car, and I was about to tell her never mind when I saw a fucking bat.
“Shit! Okay, he’s got a bat. I need help now.” I covered my face when the bat came down on the window.
“Come on, baby doll. I. Need. To. Talk,” he said between swings, the glass splintering with each strike.
I scrambled over the middle and slid into the passenger seat. I grabbed my phone, and as the glass broke, I unlocked my door and bolted.
The rain hit hard as I ran toward the other building. I planned to run inside until I realized it was a buzz up system. I cursed and ran back out into the rain as my ex started yelling out my name. I had no idea if he was following me yet or if he still thought I was in the car.
My heart lodged in my throat as I ran for the next building. I glanced back to find him hot on my tail.
Shit. Keep moving. Keep going. I pushed hard against the slick sidewalk from the hours or so of rain pouring buckets on it and my foot slid out.
My arms cartwheeled as I tried to regain traction. As my hands grabbed the railing to another building, the lights from the cops flashed to my right.
I turned in time to see my ex change course and run away.
I flagged down the cops, and two officers stepped out. One came at me and the other followed him as I pointed out where he’d gone.
“What’s going on?”
“My ex is crazy and attacked me last night. Tonight he broke the window of my car.” I motioned toward the car, and he followed to see rain pouring into it.
“Did you get him?” he asked over the radio.
“Negative,” the voice replied, and my heart dropped once more. I needed to catch a damn break.