Quinton

Sorry for the wait. Let me continue on this journey. So I moved in with my sister after the fight with Cat. It was cool for a while until Quinton started spending too much time at the apartment. We were a "sort of" item now. I was happy to have him in my life and I was thirsty for the attention. I came home and the tv was mssing out of the living room. I immediately called my sister and told her what happened. We called the police and they took the report. My sister then broadcasted to the family that Quinton had stolen from her. Seriously? Don't be jealous that I got a man and you don't! I defended Quinton for as long as I could until....one day...... I called Quinton and the number was disconnected. What? Um, ok let me try again. Called again and again and again. Same response. How does that happen? How do you talk to someone daily and then they just disappear at the drop of a hat.  We no longer worked together because we were an item now so he told me that he was going to take another job at Crisco. So me and my investigative detectiveness (yep I made up that word) called Crisco. I got all the way to HR and asked if Quinton worked there. The woman told me that she was unable to give me that information. My heart was broken. Months went by with no word from Quinton. What are my options? I guess I just have to let it go. It sucked becauses I had slept with Quinton and now he's gone. No call no show. I continued on with my life as normal. Work and school until one day.  I had a work friend Amy and we were walking down to our cars after our shift. There was a note on my car. There was a guy at the job that was scoping me out so I thought it was him. The note said, "Hey Ms. Katy call me at 713-***-****". So I called the number. I said, "someone at this number left a note on my car." And wouldn't you know, it was Quinton. Back from the dead. Oh my Gosh! Since Cat and I didn't work out I moved in with Amy. It was a small apartment in the ghetto but hey, I was living my life. Quinton came over damn near every day and Amy liked him so in my book, that was a good sign. Amy was into stolen checks. Well. I was strapped for cash one day and I asked Amy for advice. Well you know what she said. And you I did it. Don't judge me.  A few more months went by I realized that I hadn't had a period. I didn't know what to do. Amy went with me to get a pregnancy test. I peed on the stick and there was two lines! I must have stared at that stick for hours. 

CAT

Cat was very good at what she did. She fit right in with my family, which is very hard to do. She would come with me to my weekly visits to my grandparents house, talk to my parents on the phone. If you didn't know any better, you would think she was my sister. Until one day......

Cat and I had been at each others throats for weeks. The petty nick picking about the littlest things became a daily routine. Even though we had an apartment together, we drifted quickly apart. Mind you, I've never lived with anyone before so I'm still new to this whole roommate thing.

Well, it finally got to the point that we were not going to renew our lease. I came home from school one day and there was a voice mail (yes we actually had a house phone back then). The voice mail stated that they were calling to verify the cancellation of phone services...Ummm, what? Cancellation of services....did she just cancel the phone on me? Oh My God! Well I can do one better. The electricity was in my name so I called and set up a cancellation date for the lights. AND, I'm leaving the phone off the hook so she can't use it. Ok, so I pretend to have big britches but I'm still a scaredy cat. I called Quinton to come over before I took the phone off the hook. He said he'd be right over. You know, sometimes the hints are right in front of you and you still chose to ignore them. Quinton didn't make it to the apartment until the middle of the night. I called him when I got out of school at 3pm. You do the math. Signs, read the signs. Anyways, Cat came home as I was talking to my grandparents about how evil she had become. Cat jumped in on the other phone and began to tell her side of the story. WHO DOES THAT? Not only that but I came to find out later that Cat also called my parents and the sad part is that my mother took her side.

So, after I hung up the phone with my grandparents, I raced out of my room where Cat was standing. I walked into the kitchen and asked her what the hell was going on. I don't remember exactly what she said because I blacked out. All I remember hearing was her screaming, "You're the DEVIL!" I snapped. I lunged at her and started pulling and twisting anything I could grab. My heart was racing out of control. There was no one there to stop us or pull us off each other. But somehow the fight ended. I walked to my room, and immediately placed my hamper in front of my door thinking that would stop her from entering my room while I was sleep. I called Quinton again but of course he didn't answer. I was so pissed but more so hurt that this girl I let come into my world, meet my family, and lived with betrayed me the way she did. AND she called me the devil. How dare she. I moved out the next day. I didn't care that the lease wasn't up. I needed to be away from this evil roommate. And now you know about my one and only physical fight.