I saw him tonight.

He was on the corner two blocks from our house.

Some times I think I am being a freak. I should be stronger.

But honestly, how many times can some one try and kill a person?

Let's check my memory.

He said he wanted to slaughter me. He went in to mass details. Slitting my throat and watching me bleed to death. That's when I started hiding knives.

Taking me to the desert stripping me naked, covering me in honey and letting the ants eat me alive. Not my choice of a vacation.

Trying to kill me on Cahuenga pass after the MTV music awards by grabbing the steering wheel and trying to leap us on to the 101. It's a long dive.

Then when he tried to choke me. Screaming "Die bitch! Die." The bitch didn't die.

Then there was the time that he was in my face screaming "HIT ME!" I was done. Right hook to the jaw. Unfortunately he head butted me on to the couch. He wouldn't let me leave the couch.

Four hours. I couldn't move. He wouldn't let me. The phone was right there. Just in arms reach. He tried to bite me every time I went for it.

911. Three numbers that were so far away.

He scares me and he knows where I live.