He says to me, “Quit your job.”
Confused I say, “But I need a job. You said I needed a job.”
“Not that one. Quit. Right now. Write an email.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t. We need the money,” I said trying to reason with him.
His voice gets louder. “It’s only part time it does nothing.”
“It’s better than nothing!” I cry.
His face gets angry and his voice even louder as he yells, “I don’t want you working there. You wouldn’t even have known if I didn’t tell you!”
I’m scared now but I still try to reason with him. “I can’t quit I just started.”
He leaps from the bed and tackles me backwards to the bedroom floor. Sitting over me holding a pair of scissors.
“Say you’re going to quit or I’m going to stab you.”
I plead with him: “Please stop I need a job you said so yourself. Please stop.”
“I’m going to count to three.”
I brace for impact.
He throws the scissors away and storms off.