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Final Confrontation and Arrest

Over the next few days, Frank began leaving more threatening notes in my mailbox, each one more menacing than the last. He also spray-painted graffiti on my fence, calling me a crazy beach in red and black letters.

The sight of it made Michael’s heart race with fear, and he turned to me and suggested that we call the police. I could tell that he felt it was getting out of hand, but I was sure that I could handle it.

That day, I installed security cameras around the house, capturing every move Frank made. I also started keeping a bat by the front door, ready for anything that could come our way. Frank’s harassment continued, but this time he was on tape. One night, I woke up to the sound of my car alarm going off.

I looked outside my window and saw my car tires being slashed. The next morning, me and Michael were stranded. I planned to take him to his physical therapy appointment that day and tried to find anyone else who could take him so he wouldn’t be late. I also found more trash on my lawn.

I took a bag of Frank’s trash that he had left scattered and dumped it back on his porch. I added a note that read: “Keep your poop to yourself.”

The next night, a loud crash echoed throughout the house, then a sound of breaking glass. I jumped out of bed, my heart pounded as I raced to Michael’s room. He was sitting up in bed, his eyes wide with fear.

“He asked me what that noise was,”

I choked up as I realized what had happened. Frank had thrown a rock through our window and shattered it into a thousand pieces. I grabbed the bat from by the door and called the police, but by the time they arrived, Frank was long gone, having left no evidence behind.

The neighborhood was in shock. People whispered about my feud with Frank, but no one seemed to know how to stop it. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, but I refused to give in. I refused to let Frank win.

One evening, Frank showed up at my house. He was clearly intoxicated; his eyes were bloodshot and his movements erratic. He banged on the door, demanding to be let in, claiming he just wanted to talk. My heart pounded through my chest as I told Michael to hide in his room. I picked up the phone and called the police, but Frank wasn’t waiting around.

He started trying to force the door open. His shouts got louder and more desperate.

“Sarah, open this damn door! I know you’re in there,”

He screamed through the tears. I managed to make it to the living room to grab the bat. I stood by the door, ready to defend my home if Frank managed to break through.

“Stay back, Frank!”

I shouted back. Frank was beyond reasoning. He pounded against the door. When he managed to break it, he reached around for the doorknob, and that’s when I hit his hand. His knuckles were pouring red and had split from punching the door.

He stopped trying to use his hand and began kicking the door down. I begged him to stop.

“Stop!”

Michael came to the living room to help me, and just as he began to kick the door in, the sound of police sirens rang in my ears.

The flashing lights were shown throughout the neighborhood in red and blue as the police arrived. Frank turned around and found an officer pulling him away from the door before he could do any more harm.

As Frank was arrested, I held Michael tightly; my whole body shook. The neighborhood was buzzing with the news, and they came out to check on me and Michael.

As Frank was driven away in the police car, me and Michael watched from the window, knowing they had finally put an end to the nightmare.