I blinked and Danielle was off the floor and back to pacing the living room. Now into the kitchen, through the hallway and back again. Her eyes never shifting from a cold, dark, violent black. My sister was still trying to reason with her to leave my home in anyway she could possibly think of. Danielle, listening to none of them, spewing profanities and threats anytime she heard my sister's voice. We realized we were not getting her out of my home, not without help.
Stefani and I locked eyes, in silent understanding, we needed a phone. My sister's sat not far from us, on the kitchen table. Abandoned there, set down only so that she could pull Danielle off and away from my throat....but there was no way we were making it across my full living room without being attacked. And there was absolutely no way my sister was abandoning her post of protection around me. We were stuck in place, by the woman I once knew as my wife, and the girl my sister once considered a friend. We looked at each other again and sighed in defeat. I looked down toward the ground, not quite yet ready to surrender.
Okay, so we didn't have Stefani's phone. What is the next option? I started feeling my pockets, under my legs, in the couch cushions. My wife still wailing and flailing about- where the hell was MY phone? I looked across the room, quickly and chillingly spotting exactly where it was. I looked back at my sister as my eyes filled with tears, panic and fear once again setting in....my phone was in my wife's fucking hand. She had stolen it from me, for the second time that night. Removing my connection to the outside world, ensuring I was unable to contact any one additional for help. Without a phone what the fuck were we going to do?! My concussed brain swirling and pounding more by the minute, my head fell into my hands. My eyes so full of tears I couldn't see straight. I looked again toward the floor, blinking hard, unsure if it was the tears or my swollen brain keeping my vision blurred.
My sister started talking, I lifted my gaze looking at her confused. I heard her say "call the police." I wanted to respond and remind her that we didn't have a phone, even if I wasn't frozen in place by paralyzing fear, we had no phone. But, before I could speak, I heard her again. Clearer this time, she said "hey Siri, call 911." It started making sense, I understood, my god damn sister was saving me again. She had a single airpod in her ear, that by some miracle had remained in place after all we had been through that night - Here's a fun tip, to keep in mind in case of emergency...Siri in fact does not call the police when you tell her to through an airpod. At least that was mine and my sister's fate. Stefani and I looking at each other in total shock, how the hell was this not working??? By this time I assumed that Danielle had heard us whispering and realized what we were up to, but as I looked over, she was still just....pacing. Still yelling, speaking to us or to herself, at this point it was impossible to tell. The only apparent thing to me in that moment was that Danielle did not seem to realize we had access to a phone.
Next I heard my sister say, "Siri, call momma." YES, I thought to myself, we had talked to my mom in the car on the way to my house from the hotel. When I thought I had gotten away and falsely allowed myself to feel safe. My mom, she would help us. The call connected this time, I could tell by my sister's voice, her instructions to the person on the other side of the phone line. I still to this day do not know how my mom responded, but I know she was taken back with confusion. We had just called her not long ago, telling her that we had escaped. We had told her that I was safe. Now this? But how? I imagine her thinking to herself, trying to put the pieces together of what could have possibly changed or happened between our last conversation to this one. My mother's heart breaking, under the realization that our nightmare was not over. Stefani calmly, without time to explain, told my mom to call the police and send them to my home, Danielle was inside. My mom hung up to do just that. Danielle, somehow still not understanding what was happening right in front of her, continued pacing my home. I am unclear of her intent with the incessant walking. Back and forth, room to room. My only logical conclusion being that in her continued failed attempts and realization that I was not knocked out or dead, she was reeling. She was scared she got caught, she was trying to come up with her next move, and she was quite literally going out of her mind.
Moments later, my mom called back. My sister answering with a simple voice command, still unnoticed by my wife. We were informed that the police were on their way - someone was coming to save us.
We were going to be okay.
I was going to be okay.
I let out a sigh, but not a trusting one. Scared to believe in any sense of safety. Unsure if or when I ever would again. But at least this fucking night was almost over. God, please let it really be over.
End of Part 6.
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