As I hurried to the hospital, my mind was racing. I needed to get to Roger as soon as possible, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Linda and her latest stunt. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a loud SPLAT.
I turned around to see my living room window covered in bright blue paint. Linda stood on her porch, a satisfied smirk on her face. That was the last straw. I stormed over, fuming.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted.
“You refused to pay for Max’s vet bill,” she replied calmly. “So I decided to teach you a lesson.”
I was shaking with rage. “This isn’t about the damn dog anymore, Linda. You’re making my life a living hell, and I won’t stand for it.”
She just shrugged. “Then pay up, or I’ll keep going.”
I glared at her, my mind racing. I had to do something, but what? I couldn’t let her get away with this, not when Roger needed me.
As I drove to the hospital, a plan started to form in my mind. I couldn’t keep taking Linda’s abuse. It was time to fight back.
When I arrived, Roger’s condition had stabilized, and the doctors assured me he was resting comfortably. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and called my best friend, Sarah.
“Linda just splattered paint all over my living room window,” I told her, my voice trembling. “I can’t take it anymore, Sarah. I need to do something.”
Sarah listened patiently as I poured out all of my frustrations. “Sounds like it’s time for a little payback,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
I explained my idea, and Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Julia, that’s brilliant!” she exclaimed. “It’s the perfect way to get back at Linda without getting us both in trouble.”
We spent the next hour mapping out the details, cackling like a couple of mischievous teenagers. By the time I left the hospital, I felt a renewed sense of purpose.
The next day, I put my plan into action. I carefully gathered the necessary supplies and waited for the right moment.
As luck would have it, Linda decided to go on a weekend trip, leaving Max home alone. I seized the chance, quickly slipping into her backyard and carrying out my scheme.
When Linda returned, she was furious. Her beloved Max had been expertly covered in bright pink paint, matching the color I had used on my own window. The look on her face was priceless.
“What the… How dare you?” she screeched.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Consider this payback for the window,” I said calmly. “And don’t even think about coming after me again.”
Linda was fuming, but she knew she couldn’t do anything about it. I had her dead to rights, and she knew it.
After that incident, Linda finally backed off. The feud had reached a stalemate, and we both seemed to realize that continuing the conflict was only going to make our lives more miserable.