Chapter 25
November 16, 2025 at 12:45 AM
It had been six months since Janelle Stone turned his life upside down. Boris shuddered when he thought of it. He refused therapy at first, but after so many nightmares and anxiety attacks, he knew he had no choice but to do something. It still shamed and embarrassed him immensely. Because of this psycho bitch who just had to rebel against authority at all costs, he was stuck with a life of traumatic memories, nightmares, dentures, and a bottle of Prozac.
He was trying to calm himself down enough to go to bed that night. However, he remained restless as usual. Suddenly, his phone chimed. He picked it up and saw he had an email waiting for him. When he saw who it was from, he wasn’t sure whether he was excited or terrified.
It was her.
The one and only batshit crazy Janelle Stone.
He quickly opened the message and began to read.
I see you haven’t appeared very much on the news or in interviews. Afraid of something? Or perhaps maybe you’re a little too embarrassed? LOL. You see, Boris, some people and things simply can’t be controlled, no matter how much authority you think you have. The lesson you should have learned by now is that one, being in law enforcement doesn’t make you God or give you a ticket to legally stalk and harass people. And two, some people really aren’t going to take your shit, and they really are going to fight back. I was one of those people, and I have a feeling you still haven’t come to terms with that.
It’s hard for you, isn’t it? It’s hard for you to admit, know, and accept that you were beaten by a woman. A former client, of all people. A former client who never deserved what she got. Not before the hostage situation and not after. So what do you do with people like me, dear Boris? I guess you gotta just suck it up and accept reality for what it is.
Oh, where am I? You think I’m in Montenegro, and maybe I am, but maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m lurking in the shadows just outside your place. Do you think I’m close by, Boris? Or do you think I’m safely tucked away overseas?
Either way, how do you suppose you’re going to date anyone in the future? Not just because you’re fat, old, and ugly like me, but you’re a little damaged down there now, remember?
You should come and see me here in Montenegro if that’s where you think I am. Gets a little chilly, but it's a beautiful country. The locals are friendly, and those that aren’t keep to themselves without causing any trouble. People mind their business here, and that’s the way I like it. They don’t take it upon themselves to broadcast my life to the world at my expense.
So yeah, come and visit me, and we’ll have coffee and cookies and reminisce over old times. Yeah, I really like that idea, and the more I think about it, you’re either too chicken-shit to consider facing off with me again, or you have a death wish. Which one do you think it is, Boris?
I started a blog recently. I figured, why not? Whether you know where I am or not, you can’t do anything about it anyway, so you might as well sit back and enjoy the words of wisdom written by yours truly. After all, everybody loves to read my writing anyway. Isn’t that why they’d steal and publish it?
Yeah, I know about that so-called “private” journal I had in the hospital. At first, I wasn’t sure if you would somehow read it, but when I learned about the 999 trick on the combo lock and that you guys had taken pictures of the pages, I should have figured as much. You pigs and other branches of law enforcement are nothing but habitual liars.
How do you live with yourselves? How do you expect anyone else to ever trust you in the future? What you did to me, after all I’d been through, was almost akin to telling a little kid they’ll see their mommy real soon when you know damn well she was just killed. How do you do that to people, Boris? You and the others that were in on the “deal,” that is.
How do you tell a person who just broke up with her husband and saw her best friend killed when they were held hostage together that her remaining probation (which she didn’t deserve in the first place) and the fees that went with it were now a thing of the past? All she had to do was hide out in the “safehouse” until all the perpetrators were rounded up and be the voice of her dead friend in court.
You took advantage of my lack of knowledge of the law, or else I would have known that convicted felons weren’t allowed to testify in court. All the things I wish I’d known! But I not only got away and got my revenge, but I have also learned all kinds of things regarding laws. I’ve had to—for what we don’t know really can hurt us.