(Tw: cursing)

I was completely distracted during dinner that night which was unlike me. I could see Vanessa studying my face trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I hadn't told her yet about my interaction with sara. There was clearly something horribly wrong there so I wasn't planning on having this conversation in front of a 2 and 5 year old.

After dinner I did the dishes as V got the kids ready for bed. When I finished I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses knowing we might need some for the conversation that was about to take place. As my wife walked in I signaled her to take a seat. She knew I was going to have a conversation with Sara today and she seemed eager to find out how it went. As soon as we both sat down on the couch I started talking.

"So I had an, well, interesting interaction with Sara today." I began

My wife's eyes grew more and more concerned as I continued. When I got to the end of the story she asked: "So what did you do?"

"What was I supposed to do V. She clearly wanted me to leave and I didn't want to make her even more uncomfortable than she already was."

"Yeah that makes sense." She said softly. Her mind clearly full of thoughts.

We were both quiet for a while, not knowing what to say when we were suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"It's 9 pm who could that be?" I asked confused while looking at my watch.

As the bell rang again I started walking towards the door. Signaling for my wife to stay behind since I didn't know who it was. As I opened the door I saw a large man. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He immediately yelled at me.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, I don't even know who you are!"

"OF COURSE YOU DO! DON'T THINK I FALL FOR THAT SHIT"

"Could you please stop yelling! I said in a angry whisper voice. "My wife has just tucked our kids in and I don't want them to wake up. And I still don't know...." A realization suddenly dawned on me. The yelling, his voice.

"Steve!"

"Why the fuck do you think you can put your hands on my girlfriend!" He said, still somewhat loud.

"I literally just touched her shoulder, we were talking! That is nothing compared to the way you touch her!" It was out of my mouth before I realized it. He seemed to be taken aback by it.

"The fuck are you talking about."

"I saw you to yesterday night. The way you yelled at her and grabbed, you can't treat her like that!" I said shaking my head.

"That's none of your business. She' my girlfriend, I can do whatever the fuck I want with her." I looked at him with disgust.

He suddenly grabbed the collar of my shirt and pressed me against the wall next to the door. He brought his face to mine, his mouth right next to my ear. As he stood this close I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"If you touch or talk to my girlfriend ever again, this conversation is going to be a lot less friendly next time. Is that clear." I quickly nodded.

"I SAID IS THAT CLEAR!"

"Y..yess, it's clear." I stammered terrified.

With that he left, closing the door roughly behind him.

As I walked back to the living room, still in shock, I saw the terrified look in my wife's eyes.

"You heard all of that didn't you?" I said softly

She nodded, I sighed.

"Lin, I know you want to help her out, but I don't want you to put yourself in danger. That man is no joke, okay?"

"Can't we like call the cops or something?" I asked frustrated.

"Well, since coming by someone's house in the evening is not exactly a crime and we have no evidence that he's abusing her, calling the cops is useless."

I knew she was right, but I still wasn't content with the answer. She sensed it.

"Okay, how about I go down there tomorrow and tell her that we'll leave her alone, but if she ever needs someone to talk to she has us."

I nodded silently.

She leaned over and came in for a soft kiss. Ready to get rid of my frustrations and worries I started kissing her back passionately. It got heated quickly as I laid her on her back, ready to get lost in this moment.