F.N.A.F. | In the Flesh | A.U. | "We Need To Talk About Jackson" | Part 6

I’m standing there, listening to this statement, thinking, "this is insane."

Matt: "What do you mean you intentionally tried to curse me with male pregnancy so I would die in childbirth?

What kind of hatred do you have for someone who paid your expenses—your bills, your rent, your mortgage? Yes, your mortgage. I paid off your house, and you tried to make me die in childbirth."

What?

That reaction wasn’t just mine.

“What?!” was exactly what my boss, Joe Trotter, said. my boss, Mr. Trotter was staring at Jackson, eyes wide like they were about to pop out of his head, mouth hanging open. He was completely stunned. He had never seen anything like this before. The very first thing he said was, “We’re going to pay for your therapy.”

That’s when it turned into me completely losing it. I started cursing him out and yelling, “I am not interested in your wife. I never found your wife attractive. Why would I try to sleep with your wife? I never slept with your wife.”

At that point, my boss, Mr. Trotter, had to separate us. He called security—not the police—but he did have security escort him to a therapist. We actually have one on site at the job. None of us expected it to be this severe, or that someone would need that level of intervention. It was overwhelming. I didn’t even know how to process what had just happened.

So yes, my boss sent him to get help—help he clearly should have gotten a long time ago. I don’t believe the six months I spent helping was meaningless. I truly love Cailee. What I can’t understand is why the response to that was wishing me death in childbirth and then trying to make it real.

After everything, my boss sent me home with security. I couldn’t walk home alone anymore after that. Now I need security to escort me to and from work.

And no—none of this is fun.

To be continued...