"No, officers, I was hoping not to have a police report because the media loves this type of thing. I understand you've come to my home, but I don't want a big deal made out of it. I'll speak to my alarm company so there's no misunderstanding in the future."
The words echoed through the house and with each one, my heart pounded harder. Maybe if I could tip the chair, it would make enough noise to alert the cops. Jail was preferable to what I imagined was going to happen.
I didn't hear the front door shut because I finally managed to tip over. Unable to break my fall, I hit my cheek against the tile. Pain rattled my teeth and raced through my already aching head.
"What the hell have you done now?" His voice held complete disgust.
I barely managed to open my eyes.
He grabbed the chair, and me, pulling me back upright, tilting my world, though it could be my head injuries causing the spinning motion.
"You must be the dumbest female I've ever met."
