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The Escalation of Vengeance

However, just like Christian who denounced his faith, I came to regret ever turning the other cheek. Sarah’s anger and resentment towards me grew each day. She blamed me for Jake’s imprisonment and vowed to make me pay.

What started as petty online harassment soon escalated into a full-blown, one-sided war. One morning I stepped out to get the newspaper and noticed my neighbors giving me strange looks.

The woman who lived next door avoided eye contact and hurried back into her house. I shrugged it off until later that day when I received a call from another neighbor.

He said that my sister had been going around calling the neighbors about me mistreating my daughter. He said that she was the one that had to help her while she was in the hospital while I would leave the house to go be with men.

She said I would often neglect her and ask her to come watch her at the hospital so I could have freedom. My neighbors all knew that my daughter was in the hospital because of the accident.

I thought they knew I was literally in a different country with her, but apparently not. I was stunned. Sarah’s lies were ruining my reputation in the neighborhood.

A few days later my car was vandalized. The tires were slashed and the paint was scratched with curse words. I stood there staring at the damage.

I couldn’t decide if I felt angry or helpless. I knew it was Sarah, but without proof there wasn’t much I could do.

The harassment continued. I started finding threatening notes left on my doorstep. The first one was simple but chilling: “You’ll regret this”.

Each note that followed was more sinister and personal. “You Can’t Hide” one read. Another said, “You’ll pay for your mistakes”.

I started to feel unsafe in my own home. I couldn’t sleep. I constantly listened for any sign of Sarah in my house. The nights were the worst.

Every creak in the house set me on edge. I installed security cameras and changed the locks, but I was still worried.

One evening I heard a noise outside and rushed to the window. There I saw Sarah, her face twisted with anger. She was trying to smash the windows of my living room.

I called the police immediately, but by the time they arrived she was gone. Every day I feared what Sarah would do next.

The police were sympathetic but said their hands were tied without concrete evidence. All I could do was document everything and hope it would be enough to put a stop to her madness.

Not only was she harassing me in my home, she would harass me outside my home. She would call me at all hours of the day and since I didn’t respond she would leave nasty voicemails. She would text me threatening messages from a random phone number app.

Sarah’s harassment had reached a new level one night when she set a fire in my garage. The flames roared to life and started to consume my house. This lady was trying to unalive me.

I woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of sirens. I ran downstairs to see what started it and as I got to the garage I saw Sarah running back to her car and speeding off.

I could see through her window a huge grin spread across her face. The same one I saw that night she set off fireworks in our garage.

The fire department arrived just in time to prevent the fire from spreading to the entire house. I gave the police the footage from my security cameras showing Sarah committing the arson. This time the evidence was undeniable.