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I came home crying and with a bruised wrist. Ansel knew what happened as soon as I broke down in tears in front of him. I had just got off of work and was on my way to my car when my crazy ex came out from behind my car and tried to get me into his car to go home with him. I struggled to get his grip off my wrist, but I got away pretty quickly. Ansel was the angriest I've ever seen him. He comforted me, but he soon got up to leave. He stormed to the front door and opened it violently. "Where are you going?" I called to him, tears staining my flushed cheeks. "I'm gonna go teach this son of a bitch a lesson he won't forget." He slammed the door and ran to his car. He drove off. I was worried about what he might be getting himself into.
