Growling under my breath, I storm to my door, unlock it and whip it open. He turns his head to face me, and for a moment, I almost develop a brain and run back inside. Steeling my spine, I angrily stomp down the steps and charge towards him. “Hey, asshole! If you don’t get off my property, I will call the cops.” Later, I’ll ask God why She made me the way that I am, but right now, all I can do is plant two of my hands on his chest and push when I get close enough.
