It’s always “Take the dog out on the weekends” and it never changes. It’s usually at 7 in the morning, nonstop. The same boring routine; walk past the dog to get her to notice my movements, wait for her to stretch, walk down the steps, move out the way before the dog rams into my legs, struggle to open the the back door, wait for her to finish stretching (again), and finally take her outside to put her on the leash. But this day wasn’t as boring as the rest… I actually had something interesting to talk about!

So I woke up at 7:05 … on my own… WITHOUT an alarm. I woke up early enough to not hear my parents go back and forth about who took the dog outside. Which also means I had enough time to chill and eat some cereal before taking the dog out. I start to walk down the steps and right next to me is the nosiest dog on earth- my dog. She trots alongside me as I head to the kitchen craving some cereal. And right as I’m about to grab the milk (after putting the cereal in the bowl of course) here she goes scratching at the door waiting to be let outside! So I decided to let her outside to get it out the way. I went back inside to finish my cereal, throw my clothes in the washing machine, and sit back down to watch some netflix. Then I see her outside wagging her tail waiting to be let in, so I start heading towards her. I opened the door and the CRAZIEST- but somewhat normal, thing happened. And here’s my imaginary backstory/p.o.v that explains this event. 

“I Hate You!”- words that would hurt if he heard me through the car window. My name is Alexis but you can call me Lexi. I was born and raised in Florida, but I live in Detroit. Which is weird seeing as usually people from Detroit move to Florida. So why did I move? For “Love”... what a joke. And the man was basically broke, so to be honest I moved because I loved him and the feeling wasn’t mutual. He just liked the feeling of someone else fawning over him and leaving their whole life for him. I never realized how he felt about me in our relationship till something finally clicked. But why at 7 in the morning? I have 2 kids and a B.D (Baby daddy for the people in the back). The man I love/loved keeps saying he’ll put a ring on my finger but it needs to be “Perfect”... IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS! So what he meant to tell me was that he was cheating. That was all he had to say. So I pushed him to tell me. And of course he confessed, but why did it kind of sting though? Next thing I know, I grabbed my pink bat and started swinging and screaming.” I Hate You!” 

“ Why is she yelling and swinging this bright pink bat at him? Why does he look so angry? I should probably go back inside… this kinda interesting tho. I wonder what happened.” 

I can’t control my anger. It’s not even about him, it’s how naive I was to actually believe that this man loved me. He ran to his silver car parked out front. I kept swinging my bat hoping that I would knock him out… or at least knock some sense into his head. I got 3 good hits to his precious car. One, I dented the trunk pretty good. Two, his car door. Three, his windshield was pretty much destroyed.

“I shouldn’t be watching this, this is nosy. But I’m just getting my dog from outside, so i’m not really being nosy. Um he’s speeding out kinda fast. Ugh this is so GHETTO! Bro is that a gun? Let me head back inside- Omg I forgot the dog. She’ll be fine. She needs to stop barking before she gets shot though.”

 I looked over at the complex and saw a teenage girl looking straight at me as she took her dog outside… having watched the whole thing. She ran back inside (forgetting the dog) when she saw this man pull out his gun. Four, he tried to shoot at me twice.