It was him. I put my head down, lowered my hood over my eyes,  and didn’t speak. I could not believe that he was back in town. I slowly lifted my eyes hoping to not see him. But I did. As I looked up, he turned around and faced me, but, fortunately, didn’t recognize me. He started to leave the park and head for the sidewalk. At that very moment, I proceeded to stand up and swiftly walk back home, going the opposite way of him. On my walk back, I made sure to be very cautious of my surroundings, hoping that I would not run into him.

When I reached my apartment, I quickly unlocked my door and when straight for my room. But as I was walking into my room, I noticed something unbelievable. It was him. He was sitting on my couch watching me enter the room.

“What are you doing here and how did you even get in here?” I shouted.

“Your door was unlocked. And I’m here because I am finally going to get back what was always mine,” he said in a sly voice.

“Are you really going to bring this up again after we resolved this years ago,” I asked.

“What do you mean resolved? It was never resolved. The only way for this to be resolved is if I walk out with what I came for,” he said.

“You cannot be serious. We decided that I would keep it. I cannot believe this is happening. Why am I still fighting with you? If you do not leave my apartment, I am calling the police,” I said to him as my anger began to increase even more.

“Not until you hand it over,” he replied, getting more and more irritated by the second.

He picked it up and headed straight for the door. I chased after him, trying to get ahold of what was in his hand. As I caught up to him, I was able to latch on and get a decent grip.

“If you don’t give it back, I will call the police.” I said trying to pull it more and more toward me.

Finally, after all of this arguing and fighting, I was able to slip it right out of his hand, run back to my apartment, and lock the door.

From now on, I am going to make sure that my door is always locked, whether I am inside or not. Running around the room and wagging his tail, I can tell my dog was happy that he was back in his real home with his real owner.