My roommate called me ugly, so I made her cheat on her boyfriend.
Initial Torment and Tragic Loss
My neighbor’s insane son took my dog’s life. I pressed charges to get justice, but his mother started lying about me and fabricating evidence, and even tried setting my house on fire. My neighbor’s 23-year-old son is a nightmare to live beside.
I quickly realized this when on my first day he pulled an armed robbery prank. He knocked on my door with a mask, and when I answered he pulled out a knife.
He walked in and took out some rope, then tied my hands behind my back. Only then did he take his mask off and revealed this was a prank.
In the following weeks he uprooted the flowers in my garden because they were too pretty. He keyed my car after I told him off for the uprooting. He even placed a ladder against my house then climbed in through the window to snoop while I was in the bath.
About a month in, I was walking my dog when he came outside with this violent look. I’m not sure why he was mad, but he aggressively grabbed my arm and went to yell at me. My 5-month-old Jack Russell defended me by biting him in the leg.
He went to kick my dog and wouldn’t stop swinging his foot till he connected with my puppy’s nose, making him squeal. I verbally tore him a new one, but instead of listening he walked away.
“Say goodbye to the little piece of crap.”
That night I woke up to find my puppy not in my bed but in my backyard. He was covered in his own red, he wasn’t breathing, and there was a massive wound in his abdomen.
That night, as I stood in my backyard staring at Max’s lifeless body, the tears I had been holding back broke free. I screamed into the night, a raw, gut-wrenching sound full of pain and rage.
This wasn’t just a senseless act of cruelty; it was personal. Jeremy had killed Max because he could, because he knew it would hurt me, and his mother would probably excuse it like she had with everything else.
The police arrived not long after I called them, my hands still shaking as I explained the situation. Just as I feared, they seemed disinterested in doing anything without any hard proof.
They said their hands were tied. They filed a report, promised to look into it, but I could tell from their tone that they considered this a non-issue.
I was devastated. Max wasn’t just a pet, he was my companion, my family, and Jeremy had taken him from me without consequence.
In the following days, Jeremy’s behavior worsened. I could barely step outside my house without seeing him standing on his porch staring at me with that smug, menacing grin.
He knew the police weren’t going to do anything, and now he was emboldened. Every glance, every smirk felt like a reminder that he could do whatever he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I tried to keep to myself, hoping that if I ignored him he might lose interest, but he didn’t. One evening I came home to find my garden destroyed again.
The flowers I had painstakingly replanted after the last time were ripped from the ground, their stems broken and scattered across the lawn. My blood boiled, but what could I do?
No one would listen, not the police, not the neighbors, and certainly not his mother, Linda. A few days later, Linda showed up at my door.
I hadn’t seen her much since Max died, and part of me had hoped that she was embarrassed by her son’s behavior. But as soon as I saw her standing there with that familiar forced smile, I knew better.
“I just wanted to stop by and clear the air,”
Her voice dripping with false concern.
“I know Jeremy can be a bit rough around the edges, but he’s not a bad boy. He just gets carried away sometimes,”
Carried away? My dog was dead, my garden was ruined, my car had been keyed. But to her, it was just Jeremy being Jeremy.
“I’m sorry about what happened to Max,”
She continued, as if that half-hearted apology could erase what had been done.
“But you know how animals can get. You shouldn’t leave them unsupervised.”
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. She was blaming me; somehow, in her twisted mind, this was my fault.
“Your son unived my dog,”
I said, my voice cold and steady.
“And if you don’t do something about him, it’s only going to get worse.”
Linda’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.
“Jeremy didn’t mean for things to go that far. He just has a temper, you know, but he’s a good boy at heart. I think you two just got off on the wrong foot.”
Wrong foot? I wanted to scream. Instead, I simply slammed the door in her face.
