Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
When I came back home from a complete waste of my time of a meeting, I thought I would be arriving to my boyfriend still in bed or possibly making himself a quick snack. Instead as I climbed the stairs smoking a cigarette listening to a client in France, I did not expect to be strangled in my own home.
My first reaction was shock as I dropped my cigarette then worry because if someone was attacking me in my house, where in the world was Bobby? That was when I had to defend myself in order to make sure he was safe. I did not even realize who it was until I caught his fist and met with a rage filled Billie Bob Jones.
The man was out for blood and I was the poor victim to his antics. I had no idea how he had freaked himself out so much. From that landing of the stairs where he was hiding, if he peaked down he could see who was coming up without them seeing him. Why he did not do that first? I would never know.
