I back out.

"I don't know, it doesn't sound... like something I want to do," I say, my voice shaking unease.

"Well, I planned it all, so the least you can do is come," Jacob said sharply, ushering me out my apartment door.

His pushiness set off alarm bells in my head as my skin goosed with unease.

"I don't think I will," I said sharply.

"Well, I think you should," Jacob said as he tried to grab me.

My hand swung the door shut, and I heard a crunching sound on the other side. Jacob slammed against the door, shouting at me, his voice riddled with pain from his hand.

"Go Away!" I shout through the door.

I heard Jacob banging a couple of times as I backed away. I sat at the kitchen table, watching the door, Hearing Jacob's muffled voice slinging insults as he jostled the handle. After fifteen more minutes of this, I heard another slam on the door and then silence.

I waited for a bit and then went towards the door, looking through the peephole. Jacob was gone. He had given up. I took a deep breath and then walked over to the living room, throwing myself on the couch and grabbing the controller. I guess I can play that new game of Call of War tonight. That should be fun.

I live the rest of my life relieved I didn't go with that nutjob. Never knowing what he had intended for me. Was it fun? Interesting? Or deadly? I didn't know, but I had a good life.