bring dat fine azz outside bb.


who tf is this? Jeannie typed back.


I'm outside your house, bitch. best come out and say hello.


"THAT'S IT!" Jeannie yelled, loud enough to know that her mother would soon be hurriedly climbing the stairs.

Sure enough, her mother's footfalls could be heard just as Jeannie was finishing her call to 9-1-1.

"Yeah, there's someone outside my house. He--he just texted me," Jeannie said into the phone.

"What?" Liz rushed to the window and threw back the drapes. "Who's there?" She hollered as she raised the window. "Is there someone there?"

Faint laughter preceded the sound of scrambling feet hitting the pavement.

"You fuckers better run and never ever come back!" Liz yelled, her face hot with anger.

"Please stay on the line," the operator said. "We have a car en route. Would you like the officers to make contact with you?"

Before Jeannie could answer, Liz grabbed the phone from her daughter. "Yes, we would, please send them over."

"Mom!" Jeannie tried to grab her phone back.

"No, Jeannie, this has gone on long enough. We need to talk to the police about this."

Outside the window, faint blue and red lights began to come into view.

"They're almost here, Operator. I'm handing the phone back to Jeannie." Liz handed the phone back to her daughter,

"Where are you going, Mom?" Jeannie asked.

"I'm going to wait for the police. It looks like they're stopped just down the block. I hope they got that worthless piece of shit."

Liz turned on her heel and began walking back down the stairs.