Escaping the Future He Forced Me Into

Seeing me frozen in place, my boyfriend, Leonard Jones, took the chance to slip an arm around my waist. His hand reached for the waistband of my pants again, trying to pull me into his arms.

"Babe, why don't we just do what those words on the wall say and have a baby already?

"My mom said we can get married as long as you're willing to have a child."

I looked up at the wall he had been staring at. It was still completely blank. Not a single word was on it.

I turned back to him, staring at him in disbelief. I never thought he could say something like that.

We had been dating for two years and living together for one.

Leonard was perfectly happy with his easy nine-to-five job, which paid only $3,000 a month. Meanwhile, I worked overtime and took on side jobs just to keep up with the rent and our living expenses.

I was so exhausted every day that sometimes I felt like I was going to drop dead.

I poured my heart and soul into building a future for us, while Leonard had the nerve to invent something as ridiculous as ‘mysterious writing’ to try to control the course of my life.

I actually laughed from anger. I pushed him away and went back to the bedroom.

Strangely, Leonard did not follow me. However, a new comment appeared on that online relationship forum post.

LeoTheGreat: [What do I do? My girlfriend doesn't seem to believe me. The whole mysterious-writing thing really is too ridiculous!]

LeoTheGreat: [My girlfriend may be superstitious, but she's not stupid!]

The person who had been giving Leonard advice quickly replied.

MasterManipulator: [You're hopeless. Of course she won't believe you if you just tell her that! You have to actually do something.]

MasterManipulator: [For example, tell her not to drive because she'll get into a car accident.]

MasterManipulator: [Tell her not to go outside because some pervert might harass her.]

Through the bedroom door, I saw Leonard freeze for a moment.

The next second, he grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and headed downstairs.

Whatever tiny bit of hope I had still held for him died instantly.

My company had recently made some changes because of my promotion, so I had been given ten days of adjustment leave.

Ten days.

That was more than enough time for me to teach him a lesson. At least, that was what I thought.

I did not follow Leonard downstairs. Instead, I called his cousin, Trevon Jones.

Back when I first bought this motorcycle, Trevon's eyes had practically lit up. He had slapped Leonard on the shoulder and announced loudly, "Leonard!

"This girl you picked isn't right for you. She rides a motorcycle. You can tell with one look she's the type who just loves fooling around."

Then, without even asking for my permission, he took my motorcycle out for a long ride.

Afterward, he shamelessly praised the bike's performance while insisting motorcycles were not suitable for women.

I was furious. I gave him an icy look and immediately had the motorcycle shipped back to my home.

Trevon, however, teamed up with his entire troublesome family and started bombarding me with calls, demanding that I give him the motorcycle.

I was so angry that I kept the bike locked up for six whole months. I only started riding it again after my company moved out to the suburbs.

If Leonard wanted to tamper with my motorcycle, I would make sure he got himself tangled up with the one person he absolutely did not want to deal with.

Trevon.

The moment Trevon got my message, he broke into a grin like a flower blooming.

At the same time, Leonard came strolling home with a stupid smile on his face, a wrench hidden behind his back.

Before long, beneath the comment about tampering with the motorcycle, a new reply appeared.

LeoTheGreat: [Done!]