Then I Got a Text Off of a Girl Telling Everyone What a Bad Person I Was

The girl was shouting in the street, up at my flat window, telling everyone what a terrible person i was. She came back twice over the next week, no matter how much i begged her to just leave me alone. The one night i thought she might turn up and she didn't, i thought it might have ended. But as i my flat and walked down to grab a few tins of stella from the corner shop, i saw that she had daubed something on the doors of my apartment building. It said: My name is a preditor and he lives here in flat four,. In retrospect, this is because she had been charged with making a false complaint and wasting