Creeps and phone calls

"Dude, stop, leave me alone." I was getting annoyed with this kid, he did not understand that I wasn't interested in talking to him. "Please Savannah, I'm sorry", he whines. I snap at him, "no your not sorry, obviously you made me this, and your sorry for yourself because I don't want it." Im not interested in any guy or person who says like 26 times in one sentence. Yes, the girls counted, not like we could focus on anything else the kid was saying. Besides I don't want a fucking mixtape. I'm not ghetto. Best bring me a fucking flower. His words don't make sense and he gives me the creeps. It's like wherever I am, he is. Besides doesn't this guy know I'm married anyway? Shoot where is he? He was supposed to pick me up from the police station half an hour ago. Instead I'm stuck listening to this creep. Maybe i should pretend he tried to touch me and just mace him. But it would probably take too long digging in my purse to find it and well I don't need anymore possible charges. "Why are you so rude?" He asks me, dang this man still here. "Um, what? I'm not rude, you just can't take a hint so I gotta slap you in the face with a clue," I snapped. "Ohh come onnn" he says but I cut him off, "no, stop okay? I don't like you, I didn't like you ever, and just because we had the same social worker does not mean we have a bond or whatever you think it is, so I don't know what your on, but keep me out of it." Oh yeah I forgot to mention, this creep and I had the same foster worker as kids. Some foster kids think we all have some type of bond or something but I prefer to be left alone. I've found my own family now. Some call it a "boycott the foster system family" but that's bullshit. My husband and his family are all I need. I'm not a poor sad and lonely child anymore. I'm quite happy now. I've been sent away a few times or so but they've always been there for me. The only constant thing in my life. I start to walk away, and he follows, I turn around and say, "if you take one more step I swear to go i will kick you in your jujunam." For once he doesn't have anything to say. So I keep on walking. I check my phone, holy shit, 11 missed calls, what the hell? I have a voice mail too, "Savannah? Savannah you need to come to the hospital now your husband's been in an accident." Oh god... Oh no... Oh please no... 
again like every night I wake up scared, and when i realize he's not here i begin to rock myself. I hug my knees to my chest and think about him. He will never escape my dreams. I think of him day and night. Oh how I miss you..