“What the hell is that?” Tamara whispered to her husband Steven as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. 

BANG! SMASH! CRASH! 

The sound of breaking glass resonated through the early hours of an otherwise peaceful Sunday morning.  Steven jumped from the bed and glanced out of the bedroom window, stumbling over his feet as he struggled to adjust his eyes to the dark bedroom.  His eyes widened with shock as he noticed the shadowy figure of a woman in his driveway with a crowbar. 

“Steven what’s going on?” Tamara cried out as she grabbed the back of Steven’s shirt as she too peered out of the window. 

Their jaws dropped as they watched the mystery woman climb on top of their brand new 2004 Lexus Coupe.  The woman began jumping up and down on the hood of the car and then began wildly swinging the crowbar at the front and back windshields.  Glass shattered all over the interior of the once immaculate car.

“Oh fuck that!”  Steven gasped. 

He grabbed the cordless telephone off of the nightstand and dialed 911.  As Tamara stood in the window the shape began to look familiar.  Then the person glared up at her.  She heard the woman exclaim before she jumped in a Ford Explorer that was waiting at the curb. 

“That’s for you Tamara, you fucking lying bitch!” 

Tamara gasped and held her hand to her mouth and whispered.

“Ashley, not Ashley!”

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BACK WAS AGAINST THE WALL?