I got him talking about what was bothering him.  “You can go,” he said after what seemed a lifetime.  I looked over at Greg and he motioned for me to go.  I did not want to leave him there, but he insisted I leave.  As I walked out the front door Dave reminded me he knew where I lived and if I went to the police he would find me and kill me.  I left the apartment and went home without speaking to anyone.  Once I was home I debated about calling the police.  I figured he would be in jail for an evening and then they would probably let him out.   It was safer for Greg and I if I did not call the police.  I am not sure if I made the right decision, but we are both still here.

It had been a long day at work and I was happy to be home.  I walked up to my brick apartment building on Belmont Street and rang the buzzer.  Greg was suppose to let me in as we only had one key.  Since he was home during the day, he had the key.  No one answered, so I tried again.   I had no way into the apartment.  I walked down the sidewalk to the cafe on the corner where there was a pay phone.  I called Scotty to let him know my situation.  He told me to come over and I called a cab.  The Yellow Cab took me to the warehouse in the SODO where Scotty lived.  After climbing five flights of stairs I made it to his loft.  We sat down to eat a quick dinner and watch television.  During a commercial I got up to get a glass of water.  At the sink I filled my glass when I heard a knock at the door.  Scotty asked me to answer it.  I was surprised someone was at the door since the loft was not in a residential area and one would have to go out of their way to get to the warehouse.  I opened the door and my ex Jay was standing there.  We both looked at each other in surprise.

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